Just talking about it and remembering it right now has ruined my day. Now I'm going to go silentcry on my vanpool home.
We lost that game TWICE. Once on the freaking 100 yard return. Then on the miracle catch after several times on that drive having Ben almost sacked.
My memories are tainted!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGH!!
1st and 20 to start the drive and both Smith and DD whiffed on nailing Ben back at the 3 yard-line which would have made it 2nd and 30. UGH.
Winning the Super Bowl would have been the most glorious sports moment of all time... and possibly the greatest moment in my life up till this point. That was the year that I had suffered a horrific back injury, had two grueling back surgeries, my digestive system went caput on me and I was afraid my life as I knew it was over. That Super Bowl run coincided with me finally starting to turn the corner physically and even though I was in no shape to travel yet, the adrenaline (and a TON OF PAINKILLERS) carried me throughout an 8 hour travel day to Tampa, a full night of drinking till 6 in the morning, another full day of activity where my father and brothers had to push me around in a wheel-chair and all this was just Friday and Saturday!
Come Sunday, for the first time in 8 months, with all that wear and tear on me and two nights of getting smashed, i JUMPED out of bed, threw on my Dansby jersey and walked out of the guest room to see my brothers and father all suited up in their jersey's ready to go to the SUPER BOWL. It was an electrifying moment and from the moment on, there was no pain, with or without pain-killers. Showing up to the tailgate and seeing my best friend since birth and his father walk up in their jerseys just put it even more over the top. We ate, drank, met fellow board members and went to the game and with 2:34 left, we all believed we were going to win the Super Bowl.
Being there with my Dad, Ouchie and Brother-who-shall-not-post, with my best friend and his father two sections over, ready to eat CARDINALS CAKE (a playoff ritual with us since 1998) would have just been beyond amazing after the 8 months of torture I had gone through. Instead, it was just one more kick in the balls and the second it landed, I pretty much crumbled like a ton of bricks, all adrenaline wiped away.
Yeah... the Bears game doesn't even comes CLOSE to that. I mean, come on... we were still the Cardinals back then. Deep down in that place you don't like to admit exists, EVERYONE KNEW we were going to lose that game. Seeing it happen and then witnessing DG's legendary presser after was high comedy IMO.