Last weekend, I made my first trip to upstate New York and learned that the Buffalo Bills basically play on the outskirts of a subdivision, give or take. There are literally houses lining each side of the street—complete with sidewalks—leading up to the stadium and its parking lot. People raise families a stone's throw away from where Bills Mafia meets to coordinate the destruction of folding tables each time the Bills are in Orchard Park. For me, a city-goer to all my sports events, it’s seriously wild, y’all.
Without much at stake for either team, the lot was less full than an average tailgate according to my cicerones—shoutout Kyle and Tara for being good peoples and super hospitable.