The first game I went to was the Labour Day game in 1978, and I'd like to say that was my fondest memory. But I was still kind of young, and being surrounded by the alcohol (illegal at the time) and the rowdiness and the fights going on in the stands ruined it for me (even though the Cats won).
It was a few years later that my dad took me to my next game, against Winnipeg. I was better equipped to handle the experience, and the crowd was a lot tamer. I remember the Cats were struggling at one point and my dad yelled, "Put in Zuger!" Still really a novice to the CFL, I had no idea who Zuger was, but seeing the people around us laugh when he said it made me feel really good. (And we won that game, too, even without Zuger's help.)
Several years later, I had to find someone else to go to games with , and my friend Mike filled that role. At one game, the PA announcer wished a happy anniversary to some couple, and without saying anything or even looking at each other, the two of us at the same time stood up and waved to the crowd. This was made even more funny by the fact that no one else in our entire section did the same thing. Everyone in our section saw us do it, and everyone laughed, including the cop that was standing on the walkway below.
And of course, Ozzy's field goal in the 1998 Eastern Final (already mentioned). The feeling of despair when Montreal scored the go-ahead touchdown, my nephew saying "They can still kick a field goal", and my absolute certainty that his little heart was going to be broken, followed by that glimmer of hope as they got into range, and the euphoria as we saw it go through. That was the first (and so far only) time I kissed Mike on the lips. :oops: