Buffalo, N.Y. — “You came here all the way from Wyoming? That’s so cool!”

After about the fifth time of hearing this same reaction, more or less, to my request for a photo or an interview at the National Buffalo Wing Festival over Labor Day weekend, I decided to forgo the details — technically, I’d come all the way from Montana — and become an honorary Wyomingite for a couple days.

It’s a bit rare these days as a reporter to be met with such resounding excitement by the mere mention of your profession, along with your temporarily-adopted home state. Then again, most people probably don’t show up to a buffalo wing festival with a bone to pick, especially if they’re decked out in kitschy chicken wing gear.

From the wing lovers who dished about their festival favorites to the football

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