This was my first game. I think I've told the story before, but always fun to go over it again.
I was eight. My parents grew up in Cheektowaga, but I was born in NYC and had it in my head that I was going to be a Jets fan. I remember the place just absolutely going insane with the blocked kick by Smerlas. We were there with my uncle, I think we lost him in the fracas.
Being 8, we did not rush the field, my dad (probably correctly) figured that it wouldn't be safe for me. We had about a three hour drive home, and I remember talking his ear off asking questions about the Bills, I was totally converted with that single play.