I love football, but I had only ever seen a game being played on TV.
I was visiting my grandma and grandpa, and Grandpa was excited when I told him I was a big football fan.
He offered to take me to Ralph Wilson Stadium for my first-ever NFL game. I was beyond excited and I couldn’t sleep a wink that night. Grandpa told me to make sure I had a heavy sweatshirt because it was going to be cold, but I shrugged it off. I had been to high school football games, and I was never that cold. He told me to remember he had warned me. The trip to Ralph Wilson Stadium was slow going because there were so many other football fans going to the stadium. We sat in traffic for almost two hours. I turned up the heat in the car and turned on the seat heater. I asked Grandpa if it was always this cold in Buffalo, NY. He said it was only this cold in the winter. I laughed and an hour later; we were taking our seats. Grandpa had his heavy sweatshirt on, and he had a blanket wrapped around his legs. I was shivering until I saw him pull a small space heater out of his bag. I thought it looked funny when he grabbed a gym bag, but when I saw the space heater, I was grateful. Without the space heater, my feet would have frozen, and I wouldn’t have enjoyed the game, which I did, even though our home team lost.