Be a Buffalo

My buddy Nathan is a Bills fan. He’s got the socks to prove it. He’s from Perryville, Missouri. You know, right down the road from Highmark Stadium in upstate New York. 

Even though I appreciate Josh Allen (and newly retired Mizzou grad Mitch Morse) I want to talk about their mascot. Their logo.

The buffalo. 

Because, let’s be honest, what is a “Bill”? Nathan, can you elaborate? 

Back to it . . . 

I’ve heard this story twice in the past two months. Once from a leadership speech after a particularly tough F3 workout. Second, from the pulpit when my pastor used it in an illustration. 

Buffalo approach a storm by turning to face it and charging directly through, a strategy that minimizes their time in the harsh weather and reduces suffering, unlike cattle that often run away and get trapped in the downpour longer.

How often as a parent have I sought temporary comfort over necessary action? How often have I been a lazy cow, chewing cud, seeking and choosing the fastest route to relief?

More often than I’d like to admit. 

When I avoid the pain I’m doing a disservice to my family. 

I’m dissociating and scrolling after a long day at work. 

I’m letting Megan do more than her share, providing zero assistance. 

I neglect forcing things that Jude needs because she fights it (getting dressed, brushing her hair).

That’s where I’m at. That’s why I’m working out the practical details of hitting my goal for 2026. 

To become better at leading my family. 

To help Jude hit milestones and find a positive routine. 

To teach Miller how to become a Godly man of character and substance (not to mention life skills). 

To choose the best way. 

Not the easy way. 

To acknowledge the difficulty and run straight toward it. 

Ultimately, to be a buffalo. 

Because what is a Bill? 

Nathan?