At my parents' house, feeling a cold lump in my gut. Didn't watch them celebrate their win.

Little sister went down to her room and cried. Wife had tears in her eyes.

I never want to feel that again.

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In my living room.

I was more upset that the Giants were still in the game than I was at the interception -- after seeing Favre throw a gazillion interceptions in a playoff game against the Rams, or throwing the bonehead pass to Walker in the 4th-and-26 game, it was sort of "ho hum, seen that before". But I remember thinking multiple times, why the heck are they playing bad enough to let NY stay with them. Wondering why the Giants were overachieving and the Packers underachieving.

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In my front room then in my basement watching favre throw the game and our hopes away.

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Ditto here.

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I had just graduated from college so I moved back home. I was in my room down in the basement and I am pretty sure I stopped breathing.

This will not be the case this NFCC game.

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Ohhhh, I could tell you. But I'm just a fair weather fan and don't like talking about games we lost.

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I was in the south end zone stands with my sister, freezing our asses off with everyone else. I had seen the victory over the Seahawks the week before--the first game I had attended in years--and it was a magical experience. (I even got to meet Cheesey and yooperfan before the game!)

The next week, we thought they were going to beat the Giants. The Giants missed two field goals down the stretch, and it looked like destiny for the Pack. And then--the Bad Thing happened. I haven't been to a game since then.

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Ok ... I reckon I will have to guess.

You were on the sofa smiling while sipping a beer in front of the T.V. and thinking...

"This is great, now I can bitch the whole off season about how this team is never winning again and they suck. I wish they won.. But I love bitching more."

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I was at my cousin's house for a Packer party for that fateful day. It was a drunken debaucherous sinfest of vile proportions and then it ended with a loss. Talk about a hangover the next day.

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In my living slouched down on the couch with my hands in my face asking myself is this real life?


SHITS GUNNA BE DIFFRENT THIS TIME

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