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captainsblogThe local media has been chockablock full of stories about the Major Sporting Event which occurred here on January 3, 1993. Your Buffalo Bills, then losers of two straight Super Bowls, were well on their way to ending their losing streak by not even getting out of the first round of the playoffs. They'd barely qualified for them, and thus had only four days to sell 70,000 tickets to their opening-round game against the Houston Oilers- which they failed to do. Thus, all of Western New York except the 50K or so in attendance could only listen as the enemies from Texas manhandled their hosts for more than half the game, going ahead 35-3 by just past the halfway point of the contest.
Trust me: that's a lot. Yet, Da Bills managed a Miracle that day, peeling that 32 point lead back to a mere 3-point deficit in less than seven minutes of clock time. By the time it was all over, they'd gone ahead, given back the lead to a tie, and finally won in overtime, 41-38. The team's longtime broadcaster uttered a phrase that I shamelessly stole for a critical moment in my recent novel:
It is pandemonium.... it is Fandemonium..... it is,.... fantastic.
The No Fun League of that era was so pissed by the non-sellout, it refused to allow a replay of the amazing game on local television for weeks following the event. This anniversary has brought all kinds of remembrances of it, including most of the amazing Van Miller audio that I remember like it was last weekend. Today's Bills are far from such miracles, and are hoping to rebuild into a relevant franchise for about the 10th time since that comeback. Somewhere, once upon a time, I had a ticket to that game, given to me by a client who hadn't used it that day, either, as "tangible" proof that I, along with hundreds of thousands of other fans, had allegedly seen and witnessed those January 3rd moments that day.
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I hadn't, of course. I was home, in Rochester, celebrating our daughter's first birthday.
Da Bills had horned in on her birth the previous January. The 3rd was a Friday that year, but Eleanor was still in the horsepital, recovering from her c-section, on Sunday the 5th, when the Bills were home and beat Kansas City to advance toward their second straight Super Bowl loss. A contingent of Bills fans came to see her roommate that day to root on the team, a game I have no recollection of whatsoever. Much more important things were afoot.
Today brought Emily's 21st birthday, and I got to share a brief moment of it with her, and Cam, and kitteh after my first seven stops of a very long day. Stop #3 was at the Little, Rochester's premier art house, where I renewed her student membership and picked up some 21st-birthday-appropriate bling for her. I've been visiting that theater complex for going on 30 years now, but this is only the second time I've been up in their offices (the first being a year ago when I first signed her up for a membership), and it's full of memories of films that I, eventually always with Eleanor, saw there- from Diva to Stranger than Paradise. Behind their receptionist was this poster for one I haven't seen- yet:
I vaguely remember Mimi Kennedy from 80s tv shows, almost as vaguely that she hails from Rochester, but this chance to see her with Tony Soprano is pretty irresistable....
As was stopping on this snowy afternoon to see the young woman we brought into the world 21 years ago. They seemed happy, and together, and loving of the furry lifeform that hangs out in their front window to worship as soon as company comes. We made this!, and it is good:)
Trust me: that's a lot. Yet, Da Bills managed a Miracle that day, peeling that 32 point lead back to a mere 3-point deficit in less than seven minutes of clock time. By the time it was all over, they'd gone ahead, given back the lead to a tie, and finally won in overtime, 41-38. The team's longtime broadcaster uttered a phrase that I shamelessly stole for a critical moment in my recent novel:
It is pandemonium.... it is Fandemonium..... it is,.... fantastic.
The No Fun League of that era was so pissed by the non-sellout, it refused to allow a replay of the amazing game on local television for weeks following the event. This anniversary has brought all kinds of remembrances of it, including most of the amazing Van Miller audio that I remember like it was last weekend. Today's Bills are far from such miracles, and are hoping to rebuild into a relevant franchise for about the 10th time since that comeback. Somewhere, once upon a time, I had a ticket to that game, given to me by a client who hadn't used it that day, either, as "tangible" proof that I, along with hundreds of thousands of other fans, had allegedly seen and witnessed those January 3rd moments that day.
----
I hadn't, of course. I was home, in Rochester, celebrating our daughter's first birthday.
Da Bills had horned in on her birth the previous January. The 3rd was a Friday that year, but Eleanor was still in the horsepital, recovering from her c-section, on Sunday the 5th, when the Bills were home and beat Kansas City to advance toward their second straight Super Bowl loss. A contingent of Bills fans came to see her roommate that day to root on the team, a game I have no recollection of whatsoever. Much more important things were afoot.
Today brought Emily's 21st birthday, and I got to share a brief moment of it with her, and Cam, and kitteh after my first seven stops of a very long day. Stop #3 was at the Little, Rochester's premier art house, where I renewed her student membership and picked up some 21st-birthday-appropriate bling for her. I've been visiting that theater complex for going on 30 years now, but this is only the second time I've been up in their offices (the first being a year ago when I first signed her up for a membership), and it's full of memories of films that I, eventually always with Eleanor, saw there- from Diva to Stranger than Paradise. Behind their receptionist was this poster for one I haven't seen- yet:
I vaguely remember Mimi Kennedy from 80s tv shows, almost as vaguely that she hails from Rochester, but this chance to see her with Tony Soprano is pretty irresistable....
As was stopping on this snowy afternoon to see the young woman we brought into the world 21 years ago. They seemed happy, and together, and loving of the furry lifeform that hangs out in their front window to worship as soon as company comes. We made this!, and it is good:)
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Date: 2013-01-04 07:03 pm (UTC)Ah well, I'll certainly get to torment them later this month when their new team chokes out of the playoffs. I was considering adopting the Texans as my playoff pet, but after they closed out the season with three straight nasty losses, I'm still looking. So far I'm anti-Patriots & that's about it.
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