This wasn't my first game, but I was there too; I was 11 at the time. I think the tickets were $7. We had them pinned on the bulletin board for weeks. The morning of the game, my Dad was having chest pains and took me for a walk to tell me he couldn't go to the game. So my mother and sister took me. It was horrible - drunk college kids spilled wine on our blanket and burned cigarette holes in it. OJ goes down with a knee injury, right below us. All in all, a miserable day in my young life.
My first game was the 48-6 thrashing by the Raiders in 1968. Another bummer. How i remained a Bills fan after those two experiences, I'll never know.