My sister's husband is from Buffalo. Well, really from Baltimore, but the Bills are his team for sure. He cried when I bought him a Buffalo Bills grill set for Christmas. It was embossed metal, meant for the permanence of his love for the Bills, and therefore, yes, Josh Allen. The love of men is of a kind that is not often seen among our species, especially the love of men that we've not ever seen. But there it is. Monday Night Football.
Josh Allen ran for 121 yards on 10 carries, and threw for over 200 connecting on 12 of 19 passes. He scored a touchdown running and passing. The Bills won in overtime for Josh Allen's first ever overtime victory in eight tries. He continues to amaze.
But what is it with men and real love for men they've never met? I'm guessing there's some analogue for women, but I have to figure out the men first. I can honestly say, TONIGHT, I love Josh Allen. Here's a dude, scruffy and hard-nosed, lives up in West New York, ogres on a daily basis and eats the livers of men on the football field. What is not to love?
He makes me want to be a better man.
And that's just it.
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