Quote (jadeoshbogosh @ Nov 20 2017 08:00pm)
I was sitting in a chair drinking more than I've ever drank in 1.5 hours during that first half. Second half, I was walking back and forth and talking to myself mostly, but to anyone, just repeating over and over, every single thing that would need to happen for us to win. I still remember being like. Okay, we just need a fast TD, then we need a quick turnover, either a fumble or a pick, hopefully a pick 6, then we need to score ASAP off that and do another 2 point, then we need to hold them to a quick out, or do an onside quick, hopefully enough time to do a real quick, then we gotta hold them, get it back, get another TD + 2 point, and if we roll 24 points unanswered, we will win 100% in overtime. It played out exactly like I said of course, but there was no other way it could play out. Only moment I lost hope once we started on that first drive on our way back, was when Julio caught that fucking GORGEOUS sideline/tiptoe fucking ball, and all they had to do was run it 3 times and kick a fg to beat us. I didn't think there was any possible way they'd be stupid enough to fuck that up, but they proved me wrong pretty quick. Was the craziest shit ever, and I fucking exploded when we forced them to punt, on the tie TD and of course on the win lol. I was excited, but calm and being realistic with the other two TDs. Just kept repeating each time what we needed to do. Felt like saying it over and over out loud, was somehow going to make it happen. I had like 12-15 people in my tiny ass littler apartment for that game, and only one person was actually cheering for NE at the start of the game, by the end, most people there were being pretty nice, but my phone was blowing the fuck up with shit talk. Phone was near dead, so I plugged it in in my room, and left it there until after the game ended. Still, craziest shit I've ever lived for. I'm sure the neighbors all fucking hated me after that, and I can't even imagine how big the shit eating smile on my face must have been for the next two days. Seattle was almost as good, but the desperation and anger at how horribly we played, to being straight depressed, to a tinge of hope, to the realization that Tommy fucking terrific could actually do this, to Edelman making a God mode catch to keep shit going, to the overwhelming sense of we're going to win once we went to overtime, to the fucking relief and warmth that flooded me when we won in OT.... it was the craziest emotional roller-coaster ride of my fucking life lol. Alright, back to studying, but I just had to relive that shit for a minute. Every time I think about it, I know I get a stupid smile on my face and I start feeling all giddy and shit.
Haha, good story, i remember that night, the comeback seemed to defy reality, crazy stuff. I was pretty wound up i think i didnt go to bed until hours after the game ended.