So I'm sitting there on the opposite end of the field, annoyed and ready to leave. Actually browsing TD watching the melt down. After the 3rd and 6 I say out loud "the only way we have a chance is for them to miss the fg", knowing we'd get the spot. But you know, everyone is celebrating and don't pay me any mind. Saw it spinning sideways and finally stood up. "Could it happen?" Drew has played like crap......but it then dawned on me that we only needed 3.
Moving it. Moving it. Drew is looking sharp and getting the ball snapped quick. Then drew is calling an audible with 26 seconds left and I almost lost my mind. "Gooooooooooooooo" I shouted. Way too much time ticking off.
Then the completion. Simultaneously, the air goes out of the stadium and I start hopping like a rabbit shouting "SPIKE IT SPIKE IT SPIKE IT".....then I sit down quickly because of all the murderous stares I was getting. Well, not that many. Most everyone was already leaving the stadium.
I get three different texts advising me to remove my saints attire. Sound advice, maybe. I'm on the phone with Paddy and I get a "good game, son" from this lady Bucs fan.
What a night