I was in the armpit of Ohio, Steubenville, that weekend (you could argue Ohio is just one big armpit but whatever). For those who don't know, that's about 30-45 minutes from Pittsburgh and everyone there is Pittsburgh sports fans. We went to the bar in the hotel we were staying at and immediately my wife and I had all sorts of things thrown at us. Tomatoes, fries, bottle caps, etc. After complaining to the staff at the bar, nothing happened. When I explained I didn't want to be within 500 miles of that god forsaken city and I was only there for a wedding, they still didn't give a s***. I watched the first period but I had to go back to my room to watch the rest of it. I turned the TV off right when Mr. Poop-pucks made the save on Lids. After the game, my sister-in-law's mother sent a case of Iron City beer to my room and the message said "we thought you could drown your sorrows with this". That was pretty funny; the rest of the story not so much.
Edit: I was just as pissed in 1995, except for I was only 9 years old and bawled my eyes out. I remember yelling at my dad that would never get to see the Wings win a Cup.