da skers
Starter
I don't know how old I was but I'm guessing around 8. I don't remember who we played but we sat about rows up in the NE corner of the endzone. I was a fat kid growing up so what I remember about the day was going to Chesterfields before the game. The bar was packed and I ate a plate of Nachos and had one bite of a chili dog that had pretty messed up beans on it. I didn't care for it. I remember we were at the game and back then food was limited. I was bitching about being hungry still so my dad bought me a hotdog. I was pissed because they all came with mustard and I hated mustard. I refused to eat it. After the game I picked up about 30 Nebraska cups as they sold pop only in cups with that crappy scotch tape across it to keep the vendors from spilling it. I never wanted to go back to a game again.