One of the coolest things about my trip to Buffalo was after the game.
I thought that I had a solid plan for my ride back to my hotel that didn't work out.
I ended up walking in the general direction of my hotel for a bit looking for a good Uber spot, and for the surge to go down a bit.
Along the way, a couple of guys asked me what my plan was.
I said that my plans changed being that there was a wing joint a half mile down the road. I was just gonna go there and wait the whole thing out.
We got to talking.
They decided that I had a good idea.
We ended up having dinner together.
Turns out that the two guys were from Toronto. Neither of them were huge fans of either team they just follow sports generally.
Fundamentally, going to the game with a friend in the first place was an epic bro-date. The afterward was an unexpected bro-date among a great bro-date.
This whole last weekend was a childhood dream culminated with epic bro-dates.