Ah the memories when this game gets brought up. It's one of those experiences that can't be fully appreciated unless you were actually there. I feel like there should be some kind of support group comprised of the fans that were at that game. We all collectively experienced something so awful, so horrible, that the shared experience bonds us in a brotherhood for the rest of our days that can never be broken.
My son and I still talk about this game. His experience was even worse - he was a young kid and had a bad case of the flu but wanted badly to go all the same. The highlight of the game was a guy running down our aisle in the upper deck and tripping almost exactly at our row and literally going airborne like some kind of drunk fan superhero - flying parallel to the aisle for what seemed like 20 rows before crashing head first at the bottom. Then he popped up and disappeared. It was incredible. The only good thing we saw that day.