Some of us probably remember moving from a city we used to live in to another.
As most of you guys know, I was originally born and raised in Buffalo, New York.
My family lived there until we moved in the summer of 1994.
Believe it or not, the day we moved from frigid Buffalo to also-frigid Kenosha, Wisconsin was on July 13, 1994- a day AFTER the MLB All-Star Game (That was the extra-inning thriller in Pittsburgh, if anyone remembers).
Fittingly, my last memories of living in Buffalo involved sports, though not football or hockey (I never truly embraced baseball in my soul- I never had a team I could truly follow like the Bills or Sabres)
That's my story.
Any of you guys ever recall doing so?
Feel free to go the whole nine yards- why, where, sob stories, final goodbyes, etc.
As most of you guys know, I was originally born and raised in Buffalo, New York.
My family lived there until we moved in the summer of 1994.
Believe it or not, the day we moved from frigid Buffalo to also-frigid Kenosha, Wisconsin was on July 13, 1994- a day AFTER the MLB All-Star Game (That was the extra-inning thriller in Pittsburgh, if anyone remembers).
Fittingly, my last memories of living in Buffalo involved sports, though not football or hockey (I never truly embraced baseball in my soul- I never had a team I could truly follow like the Bills or Sabres)
That's my story.
Any of you guys ever recall doing so?
Feel free to go the whole nine yards- why, where, sob stories, final goodbyes, etc.