I remember there were over 3 minutes left in that game when Porter got the Pick 6 to put us up by 14 and even though Peyton Manning was the quarterback on the other side of a 16-2 football team, I knew the game was over and we were champions.
Went straight to the quarter that night... Most people I've ever seen in Bourbon... Literally wall to wall... At one point I was moving but my feet weren't on the ground... You just kinda went where the crowd was going... Great night...
I prefer to think of the 60 year old guy who has been loyal for so long, sitting at home with his family and grinning ear to ear...
Screen grab of the NFCCG, Hartley's kick going through the uprights. The four people I've circled on the left are me, my brothers and my dad. I'm farthest left in a black #9 jersey.
I was sitting at a bar between two hot but crazy cajun girls who were screaming curses at Favre the whole game. When Hartley's kick went through the uprights they both kissed me.