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Your reaction when hixon made the game winning td catch?


Guest Irv

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Jumping around screaming, high fiving random people at the bar.

 

I have always been that guy at the bar who others feel sorry for because his team never wins, but you would like to see them do well because he always keeps showing up for the pain every week, so most of the bar was clapping for me.

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I was 11 rows up from the field, Hixon came down in my corner of the end zone. Right in front of me. I cried. Shouted, "We did it!" Hugged everyone I could reach. High fived the rest. Thanked the football gods. Shouted, "Brees, you're no Brady! Just kneel!" We all said, "See you in the playoffs. Merry Christmas!" as we left.

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I didn't say a word.

Let me set the scene for you;

I'm at a bar in the rural outskirts of Virginia Beach. I'm in a strange situation: my wife grew up in that area, her mother and sisters are regulars there. They were all talking to friends outside - they had grown tired of the game. They have short football attention spans.

So I'm inside. To my left is a table of about 8 folks, half Redskins and half Cowboys fans watching their game. A couple of Dolphins fans to my right hadn't turned away from our game since before the JG TD. It was a rather docile crowd... I was the only one standing (empty chairs all around) and aside from the occasional clap from the Redskins and Cowboys fans I was really the only one showing any emotion. I was trying to hold back as much as possible... I didn't want to embarrass the in-laws... but then it happened.

The catch was made. I jumped into the air, hands raised above my head. I see that the door to the patio is wide open and at a 45 degree angle to my left. I bolt for the door, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in the nearly empty bar.

As I approach the open door, I begin to pound my chest in long, powerful swings starting with my arm fully outstretched in front of me and ending with a surprisingly loud thud. The motion was enough to send my glasses flying off of my head, somehow landing perfectly on a nearby table.

The patio of this particular establishment is a wooden deck that abuts the Back Bay, with a very wide wooden railing. As I made my way from the restaurant onto the patio, I began to run the length of the patio, violently slapping the railing with the fury of a high five from Zeus himself. A single family was seated in the outdoor dining area of the patio, off to the left of where I exited the bar and completely shielded from view. Looking back, I can only imagine how I may have appeared to them.

As I began to regain control of myself and my reaction, I turned and re-entered the bar in a gait that was part walk, part jog, and part skip. I retrieved my glasses, and returned to my seat without saying a word. That was where I remained for the remainder of the game,covering my mouth and rocking back and forth like a troubled soul awaiting a life-altering outcome and muttering jibberish phrases to myself.

As the results of the day sank in, so too did the memories of the puzzled looks that I received from the other patrons of the bar, football fan and non-fan alike. I put on for them a display of pure primal and unbridled passion, the likes of which I'm sure few of them have ever experienced before.

TL;DR: I went ape poo.

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