I was there, right around the 45 yard line. I've told the story too many times to count around here, but I knew the Tuck Rule, so when Brady fumbled and everyone headed to the stairs, I stayed in my seat screaming like a lunatic from about the 20th row "SOMEONE TELL BELICHICK TO REVIEW IT. IT"S THE FUCKING TUCK RULE." It felt like an hour before they announced in the stadium that the play was under review (it wasn't), or nobody heard it the first time, but when they did, everyone stayed where they were, mostly in the aisles at that point. When they overturned it, as superstitious Boston fans are want to do, everyone still stayed where they were, for the rest of the game. Someone got a pic of me sitting in basically an empty bleacher section, with 8 inches of snow before the game ended. Have to find it.
Was at that game (and hundreds of others over the years) with 3 guys, each of whom subsequently ended up in each other's wedding parties. To this day, we still say that day was the best day of our lives from the tailgate to the post game celebrations in the parking lot, outside of having our kids. Our wives do not like that.
I hadn't missed a Pats home game prior to that one since 1996. Saw every Brady playoff game he ever played in Foxboro, saw every game Gronk ever played as a Patriot. Those same 3 guys and I now only attend a couple games per year together, but nothing will ever top that one.