I have a reason to forget tho. I once sat in the endzone at the old Metropolitan Stadium in Minneapolis (actually Bloomington) and froze my ass. Playoff game. Vikes got beat by the Los Angeles Rams.
It was cold as fuck, somewhere around 5-10 above but I was 18 and wasn't feeling any pain. Fun as hell. I believ it was 1975. Ring a bell Rams fans. Ya bastards.
Got to say my heart is with the Jets today. Joe Namath! That name says it all. Bowing down again with respect.
Plus I am tired of Peyton winning all the time last few years.