I was on the opposite end of that deal.
I watched the massacre that put Frank Solich on the hot seat at a party at a friend's home in South Fork, CO. Three of us were Husker fans, another three didn't care, and about 5 or 6 other people there were abused childr -- errrrr, I mean Buffalo fans.
Talk about feeling an inch tall. I wanted to be almost any other place on the planet than in that house in front of the TV during that game.