Bills' helmets: Buffalo to use 2 throwbacks in 2025, including red one
The Bills are scheduled to move into their new building for the 2026 season.
In addition, Buffalo is bringing back the red 'Standing Buffalo' logo that served as the franchise's primary emblem from its AFL days in the 1960s until 1973, Hall of Famer O.J. Simpson becoming the first player to break the 2,000-yard rushing barrier in that insignia's final game as the Bills' main one.
It was last used as a throwback during the 2021 season. The grazing buff will return at Atlanta for a Monday night game against the Falcons on October 13. The Bills will also use it at home on November 16 against the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
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