SPORTS MUNCH -- DEAR BUFFALO
- Patrick Munschauer
- Jun 13, 2019
- 4 min read
Updated: Jun 14, 2019
Sports Munch was my attempt at a sports blog in college. Dear Buffalo was the last post I made on that website, a letter to Buffalo describing my feelings about the Cavs winning the championship the night before.
In the Fall of 2015, I decided that I wanted to try and write a sports blog. It was more an outlet for my frustrations as a Buffalo Bills fan, who went to school in Cleveland. Fueled by want to work for Barstool at the time, I persisted throughout the school year in my free time.
I signed off Sports Munch for the final time after I posted "Dear Buffalo."
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6/20/2016
Dear Buffalo,
I am like you. The Sabres and Bills are very important parts of my life; they are apart of who I am as a person. I, like you, want a championship for these teams more than anything. A championship seems so farfetched for us in Buffalo, for our teams struggle to make the playoffs. But the day it does come, it will all be worth it. I am now going on my 5th year living in Cleveland, and this past Sunday night I experienced what it felt like to win a championship. A team that I love and root for finally won. To be downtown Cleveland and experience the joy, the euphoria, the pride, and the excitement is a night I will never forget for as long as I live. Cleveland and Buffalo are incredibly similar in many ways. Both neighbor Lake Erie, both have cold winters, and both cities have an unwavering love for their sports teams. Buffalo and Cleveland are usually the brunt of a joke due to the heartbreaking defeats of their sports teams never being able to win a championship. But this past weekend, the Cavs won a championship. I love Cleveland, I love the Cavs, and with every high five and “Let’s go Cavs” chant, the back of my mind couldn’t shake the thought, “I can’t wait for Buffalo to win one.” Don’t think for a second that this is a knock to my Cleveland fan hood, it’s not. I just felt like I was missing something. As I thought about it today, I realized what it exactly it was I was missing – my family. My family doesn’t follow basketball; I am a “first generation” Cavs fan. After the Cavs won, and amidst the celebration in Cleveland, I called my Dad. I was elated and I wanted to share this with him, as well as wish him a late “Happy Father’s Day.” When he answered the phone I was screaming about how awesome it is here and how happy I am, and he responded “I am excited for you.” This is my team. Not my Dad’s team. Not our team. It wasn’t like the Bills and Sabres where we share in the excitement. This was just a dream for me, and he was happy to see me living it. That’s why I can’t wait for Buffalo to get a championship; I want to experience it with my Mom, Dad, Sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and longtime childhood friends. I still feel like I am dreaming here in Cleveland. Winning is a great feeling, and it’s something I am not used to. I can’t wait until my Buffalo teams win one so my Dad can feel what I am feeling. I look forward to celebrating a championship one day with him, rather than him and my family being happy for my team winning. I now have the taste of what it’s like to have a championship, and I would like to warn the people of Buffalo what to expect. The Cavs are the first team down 3-1 to come back and win a championship, and they did it against the best regular season basketball team of all time. My favorite baseball team, The Boston Red Sox, have won 3 championships, but I don’t live in Boston; it’s just a little different. For the Red Sox to win one, they had to come back and win four straight games versus the Yankees in order to break the curse. Both of these teams, entrenched in a championship drought, had to preform the unthinkable, the unimaginable, and the improbable in order to win a championship. The Sabres are not going to sweep their first Stanley cup victory and the Bills aren’t going to win their first Super Bowl by a landslide. I am letting you know now that they will not make it easy on us. To brake whatever curse we have on our fair city, it will take something miraculous to happen when all hope seems lost. So, when we finally make our way to the Promised Land, and things start to go the way of “typical Buffalo,” just remember this is where we will be right before we win. It’s going to take a near heart attack comeback, and it will make that feeling so much sweeter. I cannot wait for Buffalo to feel what I felt in downtown Cleveland this past Sunday night. Like many of my Cleveland friends did this past weekend, I look forward to winning with my family, because in Buffalo and Cleveland the sports teams are family. (Link to SPORTS MUNCH)
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