Super Bowl 2025: From Buffalo to Dallas, Faith, and Why I’m Not Watching
Alright, let me set the record straight. I’m born and raised in the 716, my blood’s got that Buffalo Bills deep red and blue running through it. But here's the kicker: there was a time when I found myself cheering for the Dallas Cowboys. And no, it wasn’t because I was confused about which team to back—it all started with one person: Jim Kelly.
When I first met Jim Kelly, he wasn’t the legend we all know now. He wasn’t the rock-solid, faithful icon that we’ve all come to love. Hell, he didn’t even impress me at first. It’s like, you know how Shania Twain sings “That don’t impress me much”? Yeah, that was me when I met Jim. He was just another guy, no big deal. So, what did I do? I jumped ship and rooted for Troy Aikman and the Cowboys. And honestly? A big part of that was because Troy was soooo damn hot. I was all about that Dallas swagger, baby.
Let’s talk about the Super Bowl matchups between the Cowboys and the Bills—the struggle was real! Here I am, a diehard 716 girl, but somehow, I found myself rooting for Dallas during those years. It felt like a personal betrayal, but I couldn’t help it—Troy Aikman, Emmitt Smith, Michael Irvin… they were too good. Watching those Super Bowl showdowns was like living in two worlds. I’m sitting there, torn between my love for the Bills and my teenage girl crush on the Cowboys, watching my hometown team take those painful losses, not once but twice in a row. It was a strange mix of pride and heartache, like cheering for the Bills but secretly admiring the dominance of the Cowboys. Buffalo Bills fans felt the sting of defeat, and me? I was stuck between two teams I had a stake in.
Here’s the thing, though—no matter where my heart wandered, the Bills always had a piece of me. I cheered for them every season, except when they were playing Dem Boyz—that was my one exception. But as time went on, my love for Dallas started to fade.. Let’s talk about the “Dez Bryant—IT WAS A CATCH” debacle, shall we? That moment was a turning point for me. The Cowboys were robbed, just like the Bills are every damn year. IT WAS A CATCH, and that's all I have to say about that.
Fast forward to today—Jim Kelly is no longer just a football legend—he’s a man of faith, and I can relate to that. Because let’s face it—life’s been a rough ride. Just like Jim, I’ve had my share of struggles and letdowns, but Our Jesus has come through for me, too. He’s taken my brokenness and turned it into something beautiful. So, yeah, now when I look at Jim, I don’t just see a football legend, I see a man who’s been saved, just like me. We’re both living proof of redemption. And that’s bigger than any Super Bowl ring!
Now, about the Super Bowl this year? Look, as a Bills fan, I’ll be real with you: I’m not watching. And honestly, I think every single person from the 716 should join me in boycotting the whole thing. It’s the same ol’ story we’ve been living in Buffalo for years—the heartbreak, the injustice of us not making it to the Big Show. Bills Mafia has had enough of that. So, I’m out. Not because I don’t love football, but because I refuse to support another damn Chiefs Super Bowl. I’ve seen enough of their run, and quite frankly, I’m over it. And as a former Dallas fan, there’s no way in hell I’m cheering for the Eagles! I’ve got no love for Philly, and I’m not about to hop on that bandwagon just to be anti KC.
Instead of tuning into that circus of a Super Bowl, I’m focusing my energy where it truly counts—the things that bring me peace, purpose, and strength. I’ve seen enough of the heartbreak and frustration that comes with chasing that big win. The truth is, life is so much more than what happens to the Buffalo Bills. My energy is going into what really matters this Super Bowl Sunday: my faith, my family, and the lessons I’ve learned this past football season. What matters most is the victory I’ve already found—one that’s about personal growth, love, and faith that can’t be stripped away by a bad call or a broken play.
Bills Mafia, I think we all have something far greater to look forward to than a Super Bowl. It’s the kind of win that lasts—the kind that can’t be taken away from us no matter what the refs, the calls, or the universe throws our way. The true victory isn’t on the field, it’s in the relationship we get to build with Our Jesus, and that’s something that stays with you long after the final whistle blows.
So while the rest of the world is caught up in the Super Bowl chaos, I’ll be focusing on something that can never be robbed from me—the love, peace, and strength that come from my faith. And if you're looking for that same kind of victory, something more fulfilling and lasting, I’d love for you to join me at church this Sunday. You’ve got a relationship with Jesus to look forward to, one that’s real, life-changing, and completely worth celebrating. If you want to join me, just reach out! Let’s share that victory together.
May we all find victory in the love and strength of Our Jesus! Go Bills!
Madge
