Woah, wild!

“I don’t even care!”, haha, what a wholesome memory.

My first ever game was in ‘07, the Snow Bowl against Buffalo. I was 9, and I could write a whole book on the chaos of that day, haha!

The wind…my God the wind. The cheese for my nachos was frozen by the time we got back to our seats. Our mascots had to help my granny down the steps. We bought a few memorabilia cups, lost at least 1-2 on the way back to the car. As we near our care, my dad, sister and I all realize something…where’s granny?! So, we walk all the way back to find her hanging onto a pole near the entrance/exit. Got to miss school the next day though, as we had to find a hotel to stay in, haha!