Oh, no, don't get me wrong, I remember quite vividly how miserable the weather was. Didn't matter to a kid going to his first game. Nowadays, I wouldn't leave the couch.
My first game is in my sig -- I'm sure many of you remember this game.
Just me and my dad. I was 9. The funny thing is, I don't remember anything about my surroundings (in the stands, etc.) because I was so awestruck by seeing the actual Buffalo Bills field. It was a thing of beauty.
Because, for people without perspective, nothing's greater than a good 'ole ad hominem. It makes them feel good.
Also, I'm only a prick to Nickelback fans.