WE were the better team. WE fought and clawed our way to the playoffs, right to the very end, against another team that was better than Minnesota that year. Yet, they moved on, and won it all.
I grew to dispise the Metrodome and homer hankies that year.
That WAS awful.
Isn't it fun to dredge up painful sports events?
I know, but that was more shocking than anything. Game 7 was finite and final, and i am convinced the Pistons were going to win if those two did not exit the game due to injury in the 3rd quarter.
piston's playoff loss to boston on a bad inbound pass.
dempsey's 62 yarder.
the phantom TD in the rose bowl.
di>ck mccauliff hits into his first DP of the year to lose the pennant in 67.
wings lose to sid the kid.
1967 - Last game of the season when the Tigers loose to the Angles and the Red Sox take the AL Pennant by 1 game.
I smacked the arm of the couch and nearly gave my grandmother a heart attack. Then I sat on the back porch alone and fought back the tears.
Runner up. Watching a pathetic Monte Clarke praying on the sidelines for the field goal against San Francisco that did not come.
I smacked my grandmother so hard she nearly had a heart attack. Then I sat on the back porch alone while everyone else waited for the ambulance and fought back the tears.
Another one that resonates for me is by far game 7 against the Penguins (but somebody already mentioned that).
So, I will go to back to back home game 7 losses in the early 90's, first to the Maple Leafs in OT, then the next year, as the # 1 seed, losing to the San Jose Sharks, and Chris Osgood played as a rookie and ended up crying in the locker room.
I'm never coming to your house to watch sports.
Me being a stranger, you'd probably beat me up or something, if we lost.