I can't remember anything about the first game we went to, except that it was really really cold. Under zero. It was in the mid to late 70s. What I vividly remember most was when they announced that the band would not come out and play, because they were afraid their lips would stick to the instruments. They actually announced that, which is funny. As is the fact that there was a band at a pro game, which is not something I ever would have remembered excpet for the announcement. The most famous game I can remember going to was the snowplow game. We wanted that kick to be good so bad because we were so freaking cold. We noticed the snowplow. I think my dad asked me, "can they do that?" But we didn't see shula going nuts or anything, or, if we did, we didn't really know why. It wasn't until we saw the news that we realized the snowplow was an issue. Driving home from the game we mostly talked about how uncomfortable it was, how hard it was to get hot chocolate, and how boring the game was.
Maybe I'm misremembering it, but I think there was still some time left on the clock after the winning kick in the snowplow game. I have a vague memory that we still had to stick around a bit after the kick and the game was still in doubt.