I had 50-yard line seats for that game.
Sounds great?
They were so low we could not really see past the benches, and ended up watching most of it on the big screen.
Then just stopped watching it altogether.
Then, one of the guys in my party (about a dozen folks total), who was upstairs in a suite, drank too much and took off on his own.
We spent the rest of the night going bar-to-bar-to-bar looking for him. At one point, his wife even went by the morgue to look for him.
So how does bad go to worse? This is how.
We also had a free corporate apartment to use that night, which was nice. But the beds were twins. Which made it tough for the gf and I to squeeze onto when we finally laid down (near sunrise).
It was a very long night.
The only fun I remember having was risking arrest to shoot off the bootleg fireworks we had.
And we ate well, so there was that too.