I was there.
That was back when my late father had tickets in a box...that first one where you come in off Lot D (I think) to the left of the back of the scoreboard as you look at it from Southwestern.
You guys, I don't have the words to properly express this, but there was some Jerk who was a guest of one of the box members who flaunted that he had bet $1,000 against the Bills and was saying how their time was done and they stink.
Seriously, just no etiquette for being a guest. He was a Jerk to his host, a Jerk to me and I think even a Jerk to the women. He was in his ballbusting glory.
...until.
Forgive me for getting my schadenfreude, but watching this guys face go blank and then in overtime time tears...I am not kidding you...tears, was just the perfect cherry on top of that cake.
Also, at the end of the 3rd quarter I went down to visit friends who had sideline seats...they left at halftime.