100 Reasons Why
The Dolphins Are Greater Than The Bills
AN IDEAL GIFT TO GIVE TO YOUR FRIENDS WHO SUPPORT THE BILLS AND STILL THINK THEY’VE GOT AN ARGUMENT.
A proudly biased, frostbite-free, sun-soaked celebration of Miami superiority over Buffalo — sanctified in flamingo colours, cafecito fumes, and absolute disrespect.
Welcome to 100 Reasons Why the Dolphins Are Greater Than the Bills, a literary masterpiece only if your definition of “literary” includes pettiness, bias, and unprovoked violence toward Western New York. As with every 100RW book, nothing inside these pages is fair, rational, or recommended by medical professionals. This is not journalism — this is Miami swagger drop-kicking Buffalo’s hopes straight through a folding table.
This book isn’t interested in balance.
It isn’t here to acknowledge “context.”
It isn’t here to compliment Buffalo unless legally required.
It barely acknowledges weather as a real concept.
What it does do is treat Miami like a shimmering football metropolis built on style, sunshine, and history — while treating Buffalo like a tragic documentary narrated by a man in three coats. Dolphins glory vs. Bills heartbreak. Perfect season vs. perfectly painful seasons. Marino’s throwing arm vs. Josh Allen’s annual emotional meltdown.
We don’t use statistics in this book — unless you count “0–4 in Super Bowls” as a statistic, which we do, constantly, gleefully, and with questionable maturity.
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Inside this sunburned shrine to Miami supremacy, you’ll find:
- Dolphins worship tuned to cult-leader intensity
- Buffalo slander delivered colder than a January kickoff
- Unhinged celebration of Marino, Shula, undefeated seasons, and stadiums that don’t look like industrial scars
- Endless reminders that Bills Mafia drinks because they have to
- A photo-free photo section because we blew the budget on sunscreen
- Blank pages masquerading as “poetic space to process trauma”
- And several disclaimers begging Buffalo fans not to jump through a table at us
This book isn’t trying to bring fans together.
It’s not trying to ease tensions.
It’s not even pretending to respect the Bills — because if the Dolphins can finish a perfect season, we can finish a perfect insult.
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If you’re a Dolphins fan: welcome home, darling.
If you’re a Bills fan: charge your therapy copay.
If you’re neutral: you won’t be for long. We’re sorry in advance (we’re not).
And to any member of Bills Mafia reading this:
Relax. Breathe. Hydrate.
This is humour.
This is satire.
This is Miami doing what Miami does best — shining, winning, and bullying a fanbase that jumps through tables voluntarily.
This isn’t football analysis.
This isn’t a fair argument.
This is a tropical storm of bias pointed directly at Buffalo.
100 reasons. Zero objectivity. Maximum Dolphins energy.
Flip the page — and let the sunshine flatten the snowdrifts of Buffalo’s dreams.
