I grew up about an hour east of Buffalo, NY. It was the mid-1980’s and the Bills had been a joke of a football team for as long as I could remember (this was before the Jim Kelly, Bruce Smith Super Bowl years). In my neighborhood, you were either a Cowboys fan or a Steelers fan. Franco Harris or Tony Dorsett, pick a side. My older brother was a Steelers fan. I hadn’t really committed to a team, but my Mom was from Wisconsin and she cheered for the Packers, and that seemed, well, different.
Right around that time, Don Majkowski and Sterling Sharpe started producing some fireworks, and being the Momma’s boy that I was, I decided to hitch my young wagon to the Green & Gold and cheer with Mom.