I'm from Buffalo. We eat chicken wings, not Buffalo wings. Mighty Taco, not Taco Bell. Pop, not soda.They are sneakers, not tennis shoes. It's a sucker, not a lollipop. Bison chip dip, La Nova Pizzeria, Aunt Rosie's Loganberry, and Ted's Hot Dogs are all too familiar. We have fake IDs at 15. Our bars don't close until 4am. Jim's steak out at 4 in the morning is calling it an early night. We never cuss, but we swear entirely too much. We know that a 65 mph speed limit really means 80. We will cut you off, swear, and give you the finger if you are keeping up AND do it all in the snow, while expecting nothing less in return. Driving in the snow not only comes naturally, it's fun. We start the weekends off right at Thursdays in the Square while enjoying beer, free music, and an interesting crowd. We lived through Wide Right, The Forward Lateral, and No Goal. Dubbed by Dan Marino as "the meanest fans because no one actually wants to live here..." We love the Bills (no matter what) and accept that it takes 2-4 hours to get home from a game. Nothing closes in 3 feet of snow or -20 windchills...In fact, that's how we prefer to tailgate. We can correctly pronounce, spell, and identify Chippewa, Scajaquada, Lackawanna , Cheektowaga, Cattaraugus, Chautauqua, Olean, Tonawanda and Gowanda without hesitation. We are 30 minutes from another country, one of the seven wonders of the world, and even a few beaches. It's the second largest city in New York. I am from Buffalo, a drinking town with a sports problem, and damn proud!