Every year when we get toward football season, I'll have a Monday where I can't concentrate on work, and am thinking about football, and at some point get around to watching the highlights, starting with the comeback.
Anyway, getting ready for football is a good time for stories. So, please: share your stories of where you were for the comeback and how you remember it.
My Story:Given that it was a couple of days after new years, January 3rd, we were on vacation as a family at a cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere. With some work, I managed to convince the ancient television in the cabin to pick up the game. Finally it was kickoff and I was glued to the seat. Initially other family members were watching too.
As the score got worse and worse, every one else quit watching. To start the second half, Frank Reich threw a pick to make it 35-3, and then came one of the moments I'll never forgive my Dad: he forced me to stop watching the game, get my cross-country skis on, and come outside with the others.
By the time I could make it back inside, the game was almost over and all I got to see were highlights. The end of that game was a terrible thing to miss.
Anyway, please share your (hopefully somewhat more pleasant) memories of the comeback.
Where were you January 3rd '93 for the comeback?
At the game, of course! (10 votes)
At home, glued to the set. (24 votes)
A mere twinkle in my father's eye. (2 votes)
Sleeping off New Years (2 votes)
Under the rock where I used to live. (4 votes)
42 total votes