I had thrown a game-watching party with about 25 people--none of whom were LSU fans. Our numbers had dwindled to about 18 by the time OT rolled around (all kinds of young kids, so some peeps left early). As we were kicking the game-winning FG, my 10-year-old daughter and I clutched hands, then jumped up and down victoriously as the ball sailed straight through the middle of the uprights. We probably should've felt the Oklahoma earthquake a few minutes after the game ended, but I was so shaky, myself, I didn't notice anything (though it was reported it was felt in Plano.)
I was watching the game with Cajinkid and his friend Sean. When we kick it through we were slapping hands and chest bumping in the living room screaming loud enough they could hear us down the street. We had a blast. Cajinkid will tell you I usually worry during big games and he has to keep me calm. He never seems to worry about LSU too much, he just says we got this and sure enough he is right most of the time.:grin:
My wife, daughter, and I were watching together. My daughter fell asleep on the couch (she's 9) about midway through the fourth quarter. So, I was being as quiet as possible. On the Ford run, I saw his foot go out of bounds, so I didn't get too excited. But, when then the field goal went through, my wife and I were hugging, jumping up and down in each others arms whispering " We kicked their ass at their house!". I told a friend who is an Alabama fan earlier in the day to prepare to be disappointed. Glad I didn't have to eat crow!!!
My 2yr old sacked out right at game time, so my wife had to keep my reactions in check. I was pretty well-behaved for most of the game, although I was a complete nervous wreck inside. I kept telling her that I didn't miss that anxiety that came with these close games. Anyhow, we live in an old, raised house with really creaky floors. So you can hear pretty much every footstep from anywhere in the house. Of course, when Ford broke free, I immediately sprung up off the couch and began jumping up and down and screaming with my "inside voice". Obviously, that was met with a quick reminder that we had a sleeping 2yr old in the next room. I calmed down once I realized that he stepped out, but not much because I knew that was a gimme field goal attempt. After the game was finally over, I went outside and walked up and down the driveway, fist-pumping and shouting things like "Yeah! F*ck yeah!!!" If anyone was watching me, I probably looked like a crazy person. But I couldn't have cared less.
My brother & I, the most die-hard LSU fans out of our entire family (except for our Uncle who bolstered our fandom since birth), were at my Uncle's house (he was in Tuscaloosa tailgating) with my Aunt, parents, and sister. They have AT&T UVerse in the house but my brother & I were on the patio with one TV and everyone else inside due to our yelling. The TV on the patio was a couple of second faster than the one inside so each play everybody inside could see us screaming outside knowing what was coming. Needless to say my father wasn't too happy with my brother & I banging on the windows while he was sleeping on the couch (he had just flown in from England at 2:30 that day). We went ballistic and were texting/facebooking all the haters we had heard from for the past two weeks. I won my bet with a Bama fan so she had to post "Geaux Tigers" following the game until 8PM on Sunday night.
Lots of screaming and hollering here... my parrot now randomly yells out 'FORD!' (more so when I have a game - any game - on in the living room).
I barely survived Danny McCray.........a few more with Hatcher will be tough. We're alike in that I'm always screaming for us to score because you never know what'll happen if you don't (Florida JR fumbles snap). I was happy then pissed that the long pass to wide open Shep didn't score because the pass sucked. We got 3 but a TD could've won it. When Bama missed the FG my heart raced but I maintained control. I half jumped on the TD run because I saw refs moving and figured he stepped out. Then Les made me want to slap him when he runs to the left with a true freshman! Finally a run to middle, and line up to kick. Total silence, then jumping & clapping. Complete relief and pride in my team & coach. Immediately got a call from my friend in Metry. I pressed the button, and we both hollered our trademark phrase TIGAHS!!!!! At the same time I got texts from both my sons with the trademark "TIGAHS!".
