"The first game I had ever been to in 2012, I left my seats to use the restroom at halftime. After standing in line for 20 minutes with my bladder about to burst, I finally got into the bathroom, and it was PACKED to the brim. Immediately to my left, I see a young kid washing his hands (his parents, nowhere in sight). Next to this kid, a grown man who was fat and bearded with terrible tattoo’s and a Terrell Owens Bills Jersey was pissing into the very same sink as the child washing his hands. NO ONE SAID ANYTHING TO STOP THIS. The image of that poor kids face is forever burned into my memory. He looked terrified, confused, utterly disgusted and will likely need years of therapy to recover from the psychological damage this scene was causing. Yet, no one in there stopped it from happening.
So, I yelled at this shitty excuse for a human, “Hey, what the fuck are you doing, man?! You’re basically pissing on this poor kid!” He looks back drunkenly with one eye half closed, contorting his disgusting physique in my direction and yells; “Hey, Hey, Heyey!” and like a pack of mind warped sheep, the crowd of drunken Buffalonian men reply in unison with their cacophonous chant “LET’S GO BUFFALO!”
This is my third year as a season ticket holder."