I remember walking into the bar before my shift right before this play. The scUM fan regular was on pins and needles and completely lost it. But that punting fail put a smile on my face for the night that didn't wear off after the victory over SC either. Great night!
I was on my honeymoon in London, and convinced my wife that we should go to one of the three sports bars in London that would feature college football.
As it turns out, the "sports bar" was the basement of what had once been a small storefront in the middle of a residential neighborhood, where beer was served from a mobile bartop, the food was all microwaved in a back room, and the screens were all temporary projector screens on the walls.
Sparty/scUM was 3:30pm here, but it was the primetime game at 8:30 over there. We were packed into a sweltering, humid basement with 40 other Americans and/or English football fans, and we weren't even allowed in until after the Rugby World Cup matches had ended and they cleared the "bar" of those patrons.
We left at the end of the third quarter to head back to the hotel, and I caught scUM's mishap before turning on USC/ND. I then stayed up for ND/USC and drank warm Peronis out of the room's bar all night.
I learned three things that night:
1. I thought getting married a week earlier was the truest sign of my wife's devotion... turns out, it was when she told me we could stay in that shitty basement to watch football while on our honeymoon in a foreign country
2. Watching scUM lose in hilariously catastrophic ways brings me far too much joy
3. Warm Peroni sucks
