Mine was in December 1992 vs the Broncos. My dad and I and some other people we knew did one of those bus tours from Rochester. The Bills won the game 27-17, and I saw two HOF QB's. We had ****ty seats in the corner of the upper deck and there was no video screen at the time, but kids at their first game don't think about that stuff.
Surprisingly, I remember a lot more about the crowd and the atmosphere than the game itself. It had just snowed and people were throwing snowballs everywhere. One drunk got hit, and tried to fight everyone whom he thought threw a snowball (which, of course, enticed a barrage of snowballs every time he turned around). The guy ended up being thrown out.
Later on, there was a fight in one endzone. The guy behind me was watching the fight, and saw the Bills kick a field goal in the other endzone at the same time. His swift turning motion caused him to dump his beer all over me. I was about 13 years old, it was 20 degrees outside and I was now covered in beer. I didn't mind at the time though- I was just happy to be there.
Surprisingly, I remember a lot more about the crowd and the atmosphere than the game itself. It had just snowed and people were throwing snowballs everywhere. One drunk got hit, and tried to fight everyone whom he thought threw a snowball (which, of course, enticed a barrage of snowballs every time he turned around). The guy ended up being thrown out.
Later on, there was a fight in one endzone. The guy behind me was watching the fight, and saw the Bills kick a field goal in the other endzone at the same time. His swift turning motion caused him to dump his beer all over me. I was about 13 years old, it was 20 degrees outside and I was now covered in beer. I didn't mind at the time though- I was just happy to be there.
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