There was a bunch of parties going on of my parents friends that we all could've went to, but my family decided to stay home and watch it. We had been through every season/game at the dome together since they moved here. It really was a magical season, and we figured we should all just watch it together undisturbed. I had some really close neighborhood friends (still some of my best friends) and they came over to watch too.
A little before half a girl in our neighborhood called and said her parents left, would be gone all night, and they wanted us to get some beer and watch the rest of the game at their place (I think I was 15). I wasn't in a position to just take some from the rents so, we left to go walk and figure out a plan on the way down to her house. My buddies mom was at a party down the street, and we had a plan to stop by and see what the booze situation was there. We go in... Say hi. Converse about the game a little bit while we're checking scoping the place hahaha. There was nothing in range that wouldn't be blatantly obvious to take. I think the guy that owned the house had some old ass scotch in his garage, but even we weren't that big of little bastards to take that hahahaha. So we leave, say ok it was nice to see you Mr. and Mrs. and gtfo quick. As we're leaving we notice that there's a bunch of 30 cases sitting on the screened in porch that they're keeping cold outside. Jackpot! I boost my buddies tall ass up and he grabs one and we get the hell out. So fast in fact that I slip on ice in the driveway and tear my pants all the way from the ass to the ankle trying to balance myself LOL.
By this time we're RUNNING to this girls house so we don't miss the game. I think we made it there just in time to see the blocked FG and the Rams possession before Torry's TD. The girls laughed their ass off about our little adventure. We were heroes for getting them booze.
At the end of the game I said fuck this I have to go home and watch this with my family chicks or not. It was too much culmination. I called my brother and told him to come swing and pick me up at the next commercial. We all watched the end of the game together and went fucking insane. Tears of joy. My heart about stopped during "the tackle." I said "He was down! NO! He was already FUCKING down!!!" My mom didn't even slap me, so I think we we all in agreeance ha. After the signal we all went nuts.
I think the loudest scream that night was from my Dad though, when McNair broke loose on that last scramble. He said "SOMEONE TACKLE HIM FOR CHRIST SAKES!!!" Literately like everyone in the houses lives depended on it hahahaha. He was so mad I think my Mom made him go outside to cool down.
Went back to the girls later that night, and no... didn't score haha. However, I did a little later when I dated her, and I'm sure that night didn't hurt my chances.
