I haven't been to a Bills home game since 1981. And frankly as TV and audio technology have improved, I'm quite content watching games from the comfort of my La Z Boy recliner. (I don't recall tailgating being such a big thing back then.)
When I first started dating my wife, her parents had season tickets. One day, they couldn't go and gave us their tickets.
When we got to our seats, about halfway up Section 134, I could scarcely believe it. The seats were great, high enough that you could see the plays develop, but not so far away that the players looked like ants. I just looked up to the heavens and said, "YES!"
But Murphy's Law kicked in, my wife and I moved to the Washington DC area after the following season, and not long after, my in-laws sold their tickets.