All I've read is that the cheapest Rockpile seats are $250, they must be really close to the action!
ROCKPILE seats!
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The team announced the creation of the "Rock Pile" section where season tickets will cost $250, or an average of $25 per game (including preseason). The section will encompass 2,400 seats located in the 200 level of the scoreboard end zone.
Purchased on an individual-game basis, those seats will cost $41.
It's on our front page also at www.billszone.com
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We've got a great section. Most of us have been there for years. I always considered the scoreboard end of the field the General Admission section...for the one timers.Someone said "What's he gonna turn out like?" Ha!
And someone else said "Never mind!"
-Deep Purple
"Have you ever taken a crap so big your pants fit better?"--Ron White
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They are the worst seats in the house, directly under the scoreboard in the endzone. Pretty far from the field, and you need to look behind you for replays.
But for $25 a pop, they are the best bargain in the NFL
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Originally posted by THATHURMANATORSit in our Section we certaintly aren't Lame.
don't you sit with Philster?Originally posted by yordadChrist, you are the queerest person in the history of Bills fanhood. I swear to god I would stomp you.
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Originally posted by DozerdogThey are the worst seats in the house, directly under the scoreboard in the endzone. Pretty far from the field, and you need to look behind you for replays.
But for $25 a pop, they are the best bargain in the NFL
I had seasons in that section for about 5 years in the 90s. It was wild - certainly not a section I would want my kids sitting in, but a lot of fun none the less.
We were sitting in that section when my wife decided that she had attended her last Bills game - she couldn't stand the sight of all the drunks. The incident that helped her decide went like this: We were sitting right by the stairs that go down to the tunnel. A drunk guy got to the top of the stairs on his way back from a beer run, a beer in each hand. As he reached the top, he began to wobble as his legs began to look like they were turning to jell-o beneath him. He fell back, head over heals, tumbling hard down the concrete steps. When he hit the bottom, I was sure that he had to be close to death. But to everyone's surprise, his alcohol-induced testosterone must've masked him oblivious to the pain. He quickly sprang up, dripping with beer and an empty plastic beer cup in each hand, and yelled, "Heyyyyy!" glad that he never dropped the cups.
As everyone sighed with the relief that he wasn't dead (but would surely feel it the next day), the guy in the seat in front of us turned around and, in the most intoxicated slurring said, "Ifth he wath a real alcohollic, he wouldn't've thpillt a jrop."
My wife hasn't been back since.
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Originally posted by Jeff1220We were sitting right by the stairs that go down to the tunnel. A drunk guy got to the top of the stairs on his way back from a beer run, a beer in each hand. As he reached the top, he began to wobble as his legs began to look like they were turning to jell-o beneath him. He fell back, head over heals, tumbling hard down the concrete steps. When he hit the bottom, I was sure that he had to be close to death. But to everyone's surprise, his alcohol-induced testosterone must've masked him oblivious to the pain. He quickly sprang up, dripping with beer and an empty plastic beer cup in each hand, and yelled, "Heyyyyy!" glad that he never dropped the cups.
As everyone sighed with the relief that he wasn't dead (but would surely feel it the next day), the guy in the seat in front of us turned around and, in the most intoxicated slurring said, "Ifth he wath a real alcohollic, he wouldn't've thpillt a jrop."
awesome
Byrd.
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Originally posted by Jeff1220I had seasons in that section for about 5 years in the 90s. It was wild - certainly not a section I would want my kids sitting in, but a lot of fun none the less.
We were sitting in that section when my wife decided that she had attended her last Bills game - she couldn't stand the sight of all the drunks. The incident that helped her decide went like this: We were sitting right by the stairs that go down to the tunnel. A drunk guy got to the top of the stairs on his way back from a beer run, a beer in each hand. As he reached the top, he began to wobble as his legs began to look like they were turning to jell-o beneath him. He fell back, head over heals, tumbling hard down the concrete steps. When he hit the bottom, I was sure that he had to be close to death. But to everyone's surprise, his alcohol-induced testosterone must've masked him oblivious to the pain. He quickly sprang up, dripping with beer and an empty plastic beer cup in each hand, and yelled, "Heyyyyy!" glad that he never dropped the cups.
As everyone sighed with the relief that he wasn't dead (but would surely feel it the next day), the guy in the seat in front of us turned around and, in the most intoxicated slurring said, "Ifth he wath a real alcohollic, he wouldn't've thpillt a jrop."
My wife hasn't been back since.
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