Our Cultural Experience in Buffalo
Trip Start Oct 03, 2005
53Trip End Oct 03, 2006
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For the day we were in Buffalo, all but two (Mum and Al) left Buffalo to go to Niagara Falls and play with ice. And complete missions/keep promises with ice. Once the mission was accomplished, Kate was reported to have said "it was really, really good". Something like that anyway. When she finally talked to me again.
We also made the trip across the border for a better view. And to play with ice.
That evening we did the things that we (or I) had stayed in Buffalo to do. First was to have some Buffalo wings and the second was to see a professional game of the least footed football. Which for a number of reasons was one of the most poorly run sporting events I have been to
"There are dickheads in every country" was coined early on in our travels and meant to be a positive phrase i.e. every dickhead encountered should not be seen as indicative of a country's entire population because "there are dickheads in every country". Well... in this case it seemed that a large number of American (and a few Canadian) dickheads had all congregated in the one area - Ralph Wilson Stadium.
The story, hardly even mentioning the dickheads, goes something like this: You negotiate your way around almost the entire stadium, through the drunken hordes only to wait in a line for your pre-booked tickets that was moving at a collection every 5min at best, watching the Bills score a touchdown on TV, finally getting your tickets after the tool who went to get them couldn't find his way back to the window he was serving you at, and then walking back around the entire stadium, renegotiating the hordes, who for some reason still weren't in the stadium, lining up with the hordes to get patted down (unless you were female - The official tour alcoholic smuggled in a bottle of winter warmer), up the stairs, along the aisle and into the small metal seat
Once we got seated (well 6 out of 8 anyway - the others had take their bags back to the car) the game itself was interesting - largely because I had never been to a game before. Another first was achieved due to the weather - it was the first time I think any of us had been to an outdoor sporting event in below freezing temperatures. And for some reason they had metal seats. Did I mention the metal seats - somebody obviously thought that one through.
For the record: the game itself was long even for an NFL one, not competitive beyond the first half, the Bills are one of the worst teams in the league, the Bills lost easily, many (or any) appendages were frozen and for those who weren't Dad and stuck the entire fourth quarter out, the Bills scored a second touchdown in the dying stages.
Despite all this, going to the game was fun (especially in hindsight) and was continually referred afterwards as "a cultural experience" by one particular individual.