In the old section J-2. A few rows up, Bills side, scoreboard side. One of the reasons we didn't leave is because we smuggled in so much booze/beers (those were the days), no one wanted to bother carrying it back to the car. I admit, I was resigned to our fate. Then, well, you know. Hilarious to watch people scaling the fences halfway through the 3rd.
Partied at the old Morrisey's on Abbott after. Lived in the neighborhood. Once we showed our stubs and said we stayed, I don't think we paid for a drink after the first round. Didn't make to work until Tuesday. And I was late lol.