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I am a Buffalo!

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I am a Buffalo.

I was 9 when I saw my first CU game. It was 1981 and a friend and snuck in to watch the Buffs play Jim McMahon and BYU. I don’t remember if we jumped the fence or ducked through the open ambulance gate in the North-West corner of the stadium, but we sat in the area that is now visitor seating. At that time, CU traveled to and from the locker room via the same ramp that visiting teams do today. BYU won, and the team left the field in their powder blue, we lined up along the railing to give the team high-fives. Despite the loss, I like to think they appreciated the support.

That is when I experienced my own Mean Joe Green – Coca Cola moment. One of the players, high-fived me, stopped, took off is wrist bands and game them to me. They were light blue with a white stripe – god-awful ugly by today’s standard, for in 1981, those mothers were bad ass! I wore them around for the entire week, telling everyone who would listen, that a CU Football Player gave them to me.

That was the moment I became a Buffalo, and I have been a Buffalo ever since.

I was a Buffalo when joined the Ralphie Stampeder Club in ’82 and ’83 (kids under 12 got tickets to 4 home games, a soda and a hotdog for $15).

I was a Buffalo when, at age 12, I sold sodas in the stands (“Coke here – One Dollar!”). I got “promoted” the next two years. I got assigned to work in Balch filing the sodas and loading hotdogs into their packaging. But it wasn’t a promotion to me. I liked being outside, in the stadium watching the game and being among the fans.

I was a Buffalo when my high school team attended the Buffalo Skills camp each summer. I played receiver in a wishbone offense, so Soupy Campbell was my guy. He stopped by the camp one day to talk with the receivers group and I saw his hand, gnarled from so many jammed fingers and broken bones. Those were receiver hands, and I wanted mine to look just like them.



The summer between my junior and senior years in high school, Ariel Solomon and Greg Gould painted my house. I think I spend every minute talking to them about football and the Buffaloes.

I was a Buffalo when I turned down a scholarship to CSU in favor of going to CU.

I was a Buffalo in college, I watched pre-season practices and waited in line for the media guides to go on sale and when I drove 16 hours to see my first road game Austin my freshman year; when I danced and screamed on Pearl Street after the 1991 Orange Bowl and the Miracle in Michigan.

I was a Buffalo in 2004 and 2005 when I defended the players against labels like “rapist” and “thug.”

I was a Buffalo in 2005 when living over 1,500 miles away, and amidst a media lynch mob seeking to destroy the program that I loved, I bought my first season tickets.

I am a Buffalo, and it rips my heart out that we are about to finish our 4th consecutive losing season. I have seen this team rise from the depths of the early ‘80s to national prominence in the ‘90s and back again.

Through it all, I have been, and I will remain, a Buffalo. I will cheer for CU, I will sing the fight song and I will proudly proclaim: I AM A BUFFALO!

Anyone who suggests that I should boycott the team, not renew my season tickets, not wear Black and Gold, or wish ill on Colorado Football in any way, shape of form, I say this:

**** You! I AM A BUFFALO!!!!
 
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Rep for bringing a smile to my face and getting me pumped up! We are Buffalo!!!!!!!!
 
Great post!!!

When I was a sophmore in highschool we lived on an Air Force base in North Carolina, we were still considered Texas residents and I expected to go to UT after graduation. I was watching a football game on ESPN and I watched some team called Colorado almost pull the upset on vaunted Oklahoma. Since I hated Oklahoma I was rooting like hel for these upstarts from Boulder. At the end of my sophmore year we moved to Denver and we lost our Texas residency therefore I needed to explore in-state schools. I remembered that CU/OU game and when I took a campus trip to Boulder I became a Buff, how could anyone not be after taking a trip to Boulder on a blue sky day with a fresh 6 inches on the ground? Needless to say my freshman year was 1990 so I was hooked for life.
 
Sweet Beltway...

Although I dont think anyone who boycotts the team, doesnt renew season tickets, wears light blue, or stops donating to the AD is any less of a Buff...does not supporting a particular president make you any less of an American? Not trying to flame at all but just saying that some people are pissed about Hack and all his bull**** and want the AD to see how pissed they are. If that ends up impacting the players then that's shrapnel from the grenade Hack and the AD have set off!
 
I am a Buffalo.

I was 9 when I saw my first CU game. It was 1981 and a friend and snuck in to watch the Buffs play Jim McMahon and BYU. I don’t remember if we jumped the fence or ducked through the open ambulance gate in the North-West corner of the stadium, but we sat in the area that is now visitor seating. At that time, CU traveled to and from the locker room via the same ramp that visiting teams do today. BYU won, and the team left the field in their powder blue, we lined up along the railing to give the team high-fives. Despite the loss, I like to think they appreciated the support.

That is when I experienced my own Mean Joe Green – Coca Cola moment. One of the players, high-fived me, stopped, took off is wrist bands and game them to me. They were light blue with a white stripe – god-awful ugly by today’s standard, for in 1981, those mothers were bad ass! I wore them around for the entire week, telling everyone who would listen, that a CU Football Player gave them to me.

That was the moment I became a Buffalo, and I have been a Buffalo ever since.

I was a Buffalo when joined the Ralphie Stampeder Club in ’82 and ’83 (kids under 12 got tickets to 4 home games, a soda and a hotdog for $15).

I was a Buffalo when, at age 12, I sold sodas in the stands (“Coke here – One Dollar!”). I got “promoted” the next two years. I got assigned to work in Balch filing the sodas and loading hotdogs into their packaging. But it wasn’t a promotion to me. I liked being outside, in the stadium watching the game and being among the fans.

I was a Buffalo when my high school team attended the Buffalo Skills camp each summer. I played receiver in a wishbone offense, so Soupy Campbell was my guy. He stopped by the camp one day to talk with the receivers group and I saw his hand, gnarled from so many jammed fingers and broken bones. Those were receiver hands, and I wanted mine to look just like them.



The summer between my junior and senior years in high school, Ariel Solomon and Greg Gould painted my house. I think I spend every minute talking to them about football and the Buffaloes.

I was a Buffalo when I turned down a scholarship to CSU in favor of going to CU.

I was a Buffalo in college, I watched pre-season practices and waited in line for the media guides to go on sale and when I drove 16 hours to see my first road game Austin my freshman year; when I danced and screamed on Pearl Street after the 1991 Orange Bowl and the Miracle in Michigan.

I was a Buffalo in 2004 and 2005 when I defended the players against labels like “rapist” and “thug.”

I was a Buffalo in 2005 when living over 1,500 miles away, and amidst a media lynch mob seeking to destroy the program that I loved, I bought my first season tickets.

I am a Buffalo, and it rips my heart out that we are about to finish our 4th consecutive losing season. I have seen this team rise from the depths of the early ‘80s to national prominence in the ‘90s and back again.

Through it all, I have been, and I will remain, a Buffalo. I will cheer for CU, I will sing the fight song and I will proudly proclaim: I AM A BUFFALO!

Anyone who suggests that I should boycott the team, not renew my season tickets, not wear Black and Gold, or wish ill on Colorado Football in any way, shape of form, I say this:

**** You! I AM A BUFFALO!!!!


Rep for a great post:smile2::thumbsup:










































GO H U S K E R S!!!!!!!
 
Through it all, I have been, and I will remain, a Buffalo. I will cheer for CU, I will sing the fight song and I will proudly proclaim: I AM A BUFFALO!

Anyone who suggests that I should boycott the team, not renew my season tickets, not wear Black and Gold, or wish ill on Colorado Football in any way, shape of form, I say this:

**** You! I AM A BUFFALO!!!!

Great post.:thumbsup:
 
This season and the game today have cut deep. I still feel pain when we lose. It only happened 6 or 7 times in the 5 years I served but it still hurt. This program will always carry a piece of my soul with it whenever the team plays. Today I see a talented young team that needs discipline to overcome the myriad of mistakes that have effectively taken victory away. I hope that they, make that we, win every game next season. I hope that Hawk figures out that discipline and rep after rep on a consistent basis is the only path to fixing the little things. That being said, as long as Hawk is our coach, I want him to succeed. This isn't about Hawkins or his son or any of the individual coaches or players. It's about Colorado Football, going back to the 1890's. It's about Fred Folsom and Dal Ward, Kayo Lamm and Byron White, Boyd Dowler and Bobby Anderson and Phil Irwin. It's about Eddie Crowder and Bill McCartney and Eric Bienemy and Cliff Branch and Koy Detmer and hundreds of players like myself who gave the better part of their early 20's in persuit of something greater than any one of us. It's also about all of the fans like Beltway here, like DBT and like thousands of Buff fans for whom this collective experience represents something more than a mere football team. So, if you want to quit now, think about the history and, yes, the family you are walking away from. As for me; I support Dan Hawkins because he is the coach of the 2010 Colorado Buffaloes. Shoulder to shoulder, until I breathe my last breath, I AM A BUFFALO!!!!!!
 
This season and the game today have cut deep. I still feel pain when we lose. It only happened 6 or 7 times in the 5 years I served but it still hurt. This program will always carry a piece of my soul with it whenever the team plays. Today I see a talented young team that needs discipline to overcome the myriad of mistakes that have effectively taken victory away. I hope that they, make that we, win every game next season. I hope that Hawk figures out that discipline and rep after rep on a consistent basis is the only path to fixing the little things. That being said, as long as Hawk is our coach, I want him to succeed. This isn't about Hawkins or his son or any of the individual coaches or players. It's about Colorado Football, going back to the 1890's. It's about Fred Folsom and Dal Ward, Kayo Lamm and Byron White, Boyd Dowler and Bobby Anderson and Phil Irwin. It's about Eddie Crowder and Bill McCartney and Eric Bienemy and Cliff Branch and Koy Detmer and hundreds of players like myself who gave the better part of their early 20's in persuit of something greater than any one of us. It's also about all of the fans like Beltway here, like DBT and like thousands of Buff fans for whom this collective experience represents something more than a mere football team. So, if you want to quit now, think about the history and, yes, the family you are walking away from. As for me; I support Dan Hawkins because he is the coach of the 2010 Colorado Buffaloes. Shoulder to shoulder, until I breathe my last breath, I AM A BUFFALO!!!!!!

That's awesome!
 
I am a Buffalo CHIP.

I was 9 when I saw my first CU game. It was 1981 and a friend and snuck in to watch the Buffs play Jim McMahon and BYU. I don’t remember if we jumped the fence or ducked through the open ambulance gate in the North-West corner of the stadium, but we sat in the area that is now visitor seating. At that time, CU traveled to and from the locker room via the same ramp that visiting teams do today. BYU won, and the team left the field in their powder blue, we lined up along the railing to give the team high-fives. Despite the loss, I like to think they appreciated the support.

That is when I experienced my own Mean Joe Green – Coca Cola moment. One of the players, high-fived me, stopped, took off is wrist bands and game them to me. They were light blue with a white stripe – god-awful ugly by today’s standard, for in 1981, those mothers were bad ass! I wore them around for the entire week, telling everyone who would listen, that a CU Football Player gave them to me.

That was the moment I became a Buffalo, and I have been a Buffalo ever since.

I was a Buffalo when joined the Ralphie Stampeder Club in ’82 and ’83 (kids under 12 got tickets to 4 home games, a soda and a hotdog for $15).

I was a Buffalo when, at age 12, I sold sodas in the stands (“Coke here – One Dollar!”). I got “promoted” the next two years. I got assigned to work in Balch filing the sodas and loading hotdogs into their packaging. But it wasn’t a promotion to me. I liked being outside, in the stadium watching the game and being among the fans.

I was a Buffalo when my high school team attended the Buffalo Skills camp each summer. I played receiver in a wishbone offense, so Soupy Campbell was my guy. He stopped by the camp one day to talk with the receivers group and I saw his hand, gnarled from so many jammed fingers and broken bones. Those were receiver hands, and I wanted mine to look just like them.



The summer between my junior and senior years in high school, Ariel Solomon and Greg Gould painted my house. I think I spend every minute talking to them about football and the Buffaloes.

I was a Buffalo when I turned down a scholarship to CSU in favor of going to CU.

I was a Buffalo in college, I watched pre-season practices and waited in line for the media guides to go on sale and when I drove 16 hours to see my first road game Austin my freshman year; when I danced and screamed on Pearl Street after the 1991 Orange Bowl and the Miracle in Michigan.

I was a Buffalo in 2004 and 2005 when I defended the players against labels like “rapist” and “thug.”

I was a Buffalo in 2005 when living over 1,500 miles away, and amidst a media lynch mob seeking to destroy the program that I loved, I bought my first season tickets.

I am a Buffalo, and it rips my heart out that we are about to finish our 4th consecutive losing season. I have seen this team rise from the depths of the early ‘80s to national prominence in the ‘90s and back again.

Through it all, I have been, and I will remain, a Buffalo. I will cheer for CU, I will sing the fight song and I will proudly proclaim: I AM A BUFFALO!

Anyone who suggests that I should boycott the team, not renew my season tickets, not wear Black and Gold, or wish ill on Colorado Football in any way, shape of form, I say this:

**** You! I AM A BUFFALO!!!!
:smile2:
 
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