For the opener on Sunday, I miss the butterflies at kickoff.
For the home opener, it's the entire weekend - seeing other Bills fans in airports (last year met Jerry Hughes' dad while getting on the plane), landing in Buf, deciding where to get pizza and wings, Labatts, 97 Rock on the car radio, waking up early the next day and making the drive down Southwestern, pulling into the tailgate, walking through the tunnel and seeing the field, singing the Shout song.