The recent commentary by Ron Maselka on being a Buffalo sports fan in Washington, D.C., was an eloquent tribute to both the joys of being a Buffalo native and the challenges faced by expatriates. However, in one important aspect, his experience does not ring true for me.
I also carried my Bills and Sabres loyalties to suburban Washington, but my two children (born after my relocation to Maryland in 1985), have grown to be avid Buffalo boosters. Now ages 11 and 6, they wear the sportswear, display the inspirational posters and collect the treasured trading cards in a way that is indistinguishable from their cousins in Hamburg or Williamsville.
Whether brainwashed by me (but certainly not by the D.C. media, which Maselka cites as the reason his feelings will never be understood by his children) or whether my wife and I have simply passed on the "Buffalo gene," it gives me pleasure that we all share an emotional bond with Western New Yorkers. Thankfully, it also makes it possible for us to watch those rare Bills-Redskins matchups on the same TV.
BILL GOODWIN Rockville, Md.