It’s the same cold storyline Saturday of the Miami Dolphins and ambition in a Buffalo winter. Dan Marino stood by the end zone in 1993 on a frozen December day just like Saturday — aren’t they all the somber same in a Buffalo winter? — and surveyed the field hours before kickoff.
He hadn’t changed into his uniform, so he was in jeans and jacket with a pinch of tobacco he’d spit into the snow. He smiled at the weather.
“Let’s play two,” he said.
