That was my first Bills game. I was sitting in the upper deck next to a guy dressed as a Bills clown. Red wig, big red nose, zubaz, a cape, the works. The Raiders had just ended our little comeback with another TD and lone Raider fan in the section, sporting serious plumbers crack, stood up to give us Bills fans another emphatic Nature Boy style "Wooooooooooooo!". The clown threw his beer at him and offered to "come down there and kick your a$$ in front of your kid!". Everyone else around me agreed that was a very good idea. In a rain of popcorn, beer, and verbal abuse, Raider fan grabbed his 7 year old son and made a break for the nearest exit. That's when I knew that this was the team for me.