October 17, 1999 against the Colts. My uncle (a Giants fan) had season tickets, so he took me. I remember seeing the reaction from everyone when they realised Ray Lucas was starting instead of Mirer. Didn't change things that day though, with the scores tied, and the Jets inside the Colts 5, he threw a late interception, Colts then marched down the field and kicked the game winner with a few seconds left.
I probably would have moved, though I do like my aisle seats.
You're being a bit harsh on yourself anyway, the real jerks on flights are those utter thunderc**ts who lean their seat back with no warning whatsoever. If I had my way those f**kers would be dropped out the door at 37,000 ft.
What I don't get is why somebody in Zimbabwe thought it was good thing to name it after Cecil Rhodes, the guy who founded Rhodesia and didn't have a particularly enlightened attitude towards the locals. Bit like Warsaw Zoo naming everybody's favourite bear Stalin.
And you just know Robert Mugabe's pissing himself laughing about all this. "Oh, I can imprison and torture another couple of thousand of my opponents, rig an election or two, kill a few white farmers, reck the economy even more, and all I have to do is get some dumb western hunter to kill another lion, and nobody will give a flying f**k about what I'm doing! Brilliant!"
The overreaction is just insane, and the thing is, in another couple of weeks, you just know the morons who make up the "Let's Be Absolutely OUTRAGED At Something Irrelevant!" do-gooder brigade will have moved onto some other poor sucker to harangue and vilify.
I suggested twenty years ago that all those New Kids on the Block, Bros etc fans, be subject to mandatory sterilisation, because it was obvious they were going to breed and their offspring would be worse.
It happened. Now we have One Direction, Taylor Swift, the Kardashians and all their associated cretins running loose upon the world. And with the way even normal news takes so much of their stories from social media makes it much harder to avoid all that crap.
Do we really want this current generation to spawn even worse horrors in future?
I hadn't stagedived this century, and I stopped moshing as a combination of lack of height, glasses and the trend of leading with elbows was making life a bit too hard.
Still, last night was just so mental, it had to be done.