Being from Buffalo means getting to eat some of the best wings in the world. It means scraping snow and ice off your car in frigid mornings. And it means making a lifelong vow to the city's NFL franchise, the Bills -- for better or worse, till death do us part. When I grew up in New York's second-largest city, my community was bound together by loyalty to a football team that always found new ways to break our hearts . And yet at the start of each NFL season, we always found reasons to hope --