My experience is very similar. I started the game with family: my mother, brother, cousins and aunt, all boozed up in the section my father worked in as an usher (Section M). At half time, I wandered behind the scoreboard to meet some friends and lament the end of our reign over the AFC. Upon returning to our seats to begin the 3rd quarter, my family had scattered and were no where to be found. I headed to the very top row (Section M, somewhere) and watched the comeback with a group of drunk Canadians. I'll never forget the "just go for it - on every play" attitude that permeated everything; especially after the pick six we gave up to start the second half. There was a point in the 2nd half when there was a timeout, TV or otherwise, just before the Oilers were going to attempt a field goal. During the delay before lining up for the snap, the crowd was going absolutely berserk, exhorting the football gods to show the Bills some love. As if on cue, the wind picked up and the weather turned from relatively fair to *extremely* foul just in time to screw up the Oiler's snap. Talley recovered the ball and the Bills kept the points off the board. That may have been the most fortuitous gust of wind in Rich Stadium history.