We live in the Southern Tier of NY and we had (and still have) season tickets. It usually takes us about 2 1/2 hours to drive to Orchard Park. However, there was a wicked freezing rainstorm that morning so we left earlier that usual to try to make it to the game. It took us one hour just to drive 10 miles, in which time we saw at least a dozen cars that were in the median or in a ditch succumbing to mother nature.
We decided to turn around, limp back home, and watch the game on TV. After the first half, I decided to take a shower after getting an invitation from the in-laws for dinner. So after the second half interception, I felt it was over. But when the comeback started, I found myself watching the game with a towel wrapped around my midsection. By the end of the third quarter, I decided to tempt fate and get dressed (in my Bills gear, of course!) and watch the rest of the game.
It makes me sick every time I think about how mother nature stole a part of Bills history from me. And no, I would not have left.
Ed