Victory Monday. If you’re new here, I’m Buffalo born and raised. It’s not just my hometown—it’s my heart. And I love the Buffalo Bills for every heartbreak just as much as every high.
I’m not a Bills fan just for this era. I was born and raised in the time of four straight Super Bowl trips and four straight losses. I know the pain—and whether it was #12 back then or #17 now, I’m here every time.
I remember the tears I shed as a child, and last year I wiped the tears from my own children’s eyes. Being a Buffalo Bills fan is not for the faint of heart. Yes, the Bills Mafia is something to witness and experience, but it’s also a family—a bond that runs deeper than wins and losses.
This team represents the culture of an entire city—grit, grace, and a genuine love for one another and for our guys on the field. To be a Bills fan, a true one, means you’re rooting for the Queen City as much as the team itself. Buffalo is more than a dot on the map; it’s neighbors who become family, wings that are legendary, snowstorms that toughen you, and summers that make you believe in magic. It’s heart and hope stitched into every season. And through it all—win or lose—we are Buffalo, and we are Bills Mafia.
While I went to bed emotionally exhausted and exhilarated, let’s not forget the lessons we can carry from the Bills vs. the Ravens. This game wasn’t just about football—it was about grit when things get ugly, patience when momentum shifts, and faith that a comeback is always possible. That’s what The Forty Files is about too: navigating the messy middle, celebrating resilience, and finding meaning in the moments that test us most. Just like the Bills, we show up, we fight hard, and we keep believing in the next chapter.
So onward we go—celebrating Victory Monday, carrying the lessons, and believing in what’s still to come.
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