Monday, October 13, 2008
That was the best Atlanta Falcons win since Morten Andersen kicked the 38-yarder in Minnesota.
I was literally shaking, having gone from up-to-down-to-really-down-to-really-really-really-up in a span of three minutes. When the text messages started rolling in just after Jason Elam's kick split the uprights, I tried to reply, but my fingers couldn't connect with the right keys for five minutes.
While I couldn't muster much enthusiasm for UGA beating Tennessee - Tennessee! - the day before, this Falcons win impaired me. Utterly bizarre.
That said, I'm certainly enjoying my season ticket investment all the more. I had actually sold my Bears tickets for a wildly inflated price in order to cover a lot of the entire cost. And when The Fiancee asked me if I wished I'd gone, I didn't even hesitate.
"Oh no. Hell no. If I had been there, I would have done something to shift wind currents, or yell something to make a player's muscle twitch differently, or just affect the freakin' aura somewhat." When a game comes down to a single second, a billion things could have happened ever-so-slightly differently to affect the outcome. Knowing my presence could have somehow been one of them, I'm glad I stayed home.
Oh, and on the radio this morning, I heard three different people ask the same question: "Is it time to start thinking about the 2008 Atlanta Falcons as a playoff team?" And you know my response.
What do you mean "start?"