‘In Buffalo, the moment you park your car, usually on someone’s lawn for $15, inhibitions disappear. Wallflowers become wildflowers, swaying their bottoms and chest-bumping strangers to the tune of the Bills’ “SHOUT!” song. In Toronto, that unabashed revelry was replaced with large pockets of reserve. Here, the message was: “Down in front! I paid $375 for this seat and I will not stand up.”‘