He looked out the window of his Long Island home and saw the blanket of white, then he turned on the radio and listened to the grim-and-getting-grimmer weather forecast. But Robert Miller was young, and he already had paid for his Devils season tickets, and he decided that nothing -- not even a blizzard -- would keep him from making the journey to the Meadowlands.
It was Jan. 22, 1987. The harrowing trip on the Long Island Expressway and across the George Washington Bridge took more than three hours that night, and it was only when he and his girlfriend arrived at the arena that they realized they were among the lucky ones.