I just had breakfast with Brandon Beane at the stadium. Thanks to M&T Bank for the invite, and to our good friend Bill Hanes for the private introduction. I’ve met Beane before—thoughtful guy. Smart. Grounded. You can see why players want to be here.
He talked shop, of course—all the work it takes to build a winning team. (This’ll be Beane’s ninth season, and the Bills have won the AFC East five of his last six. Pretty damn good.)
He looks for guys whose arrows are pointing up—or at least sideways/not down. Bosa’s only 29. They picked up some great D-line talent in the draft. Said the priority this year was getting the defense younger and hungrier. New leadership. Tre’Davious White will help coach up Max Hairston, their first-round pick, and others. On offense, Khalil Shakir is a guy who can go slot or wide—slot first. Josh Palmer can go wide or slot—wide first. Different puzzle pieces. Salary cap always in play (BIG thanks to the Pegulas for putting their money where their team is).
And Josh Allen? Beane’s first draft pick as GM 8 years ago. (Nailed that one!) Still ascending, he believes. Arrow still up. And as good as he is at QB1, Beane said he’s an even better human being. Said he’s been around this league a long time and seen plenty of guys who turn on the “nice and humble” for the cameras—but act like a**holes when they’re off. “Ask anyone in the locker room or anyone working in this building,” he said. “They’ll all tell you: Josh is the real deal.”
Awesome.
But what stuck with me most wasn’t the roster or the draft board. It was the idea of players being there. Brandon talked about team building—not in the corporate “let’s-do-trust-falls” kind of way. Just being present. Showing up. Listening. Learning.
He said, “Sure, you can lift weights anywhere—but working out together and then hanging out afterward? That’s a whole different thing.” I agree. Same with any business. You want your guys to play for each other. That’s what builds success.
Afterwards we got to walk on the field—pretty cool. And it struck me, as it did others who I talked to: it’s bittersweet. I know it’s the second-oldest stadium in the NFL, but there have been incredible memories and moments here—for the team and the fans. And I know for me, for sure. Can’t wait for the new stadium in ’26, but still… sad to see the old place go.
As I drove home, I couldn’t help thinking about the long arc that brought me back to this field—memories of the old stadium, the drives down I-90 a thousand times from Buffalo, first to Jamestown, then to Erie. Starting way back in 1982 when I got the job in Jamestown, driving truck for Oneida Motor Freight. Headed down on Monday mornings, back on to Buffalo on Friday. Sleeping in my old Chevy Suburban at the Rt. 17 rest area four nights a week—just trying to make something happen. Trying to figure out what was going to be the path for our young family.
So yeah, maybe it’s corny—but sometimes, a stadium isn’t just a stadium. It’s a time machine. A mirror. A metaphor.
And who knows? Maybe—just maybe—this coming season–the last one in this well-worn, much-beloved stadium, will be the year the Bills finally get to lift the Lombardi Trophy.
How’s that for an ending?
Friggin’ poetry.
Onward!
Brandon Beane addressing the group inside the stadium suite, with the field as his backdrop. Smart, grounded, and clearly in his element.
Me with Brandon Beane after breakfast. A good man, and a GM who’s built a culture players want to be part of.
The same tunnel the Bills run out of on game day. Walking through it never gets old—this place is full of memories.
The Superman-themed image I gave Beane—one for him, one for Coach McDermott, and one for #17 himself. Because sometimes, Josh really does fly.