Where were you when Henderson caught the bomb?

I was in my living room in Plano, watching the game on ppv--gripping on the phone with my mom in Baton Rouge.

The play happened, I started screaming into the phone, then I scared the daylights out of my then one-year-old daughter, Sloane.

Later that day, one of my neighbor's, a Kentucky alum walked down to my house to let me know LSU had ruined her day.

 

I had to drive home after the game, so I was down at the bottom ready to hit the exit. I was as close as I could possibly be, best guess 30 yards away. I couldn’t believe it, I must have spent 5 seconds looking around for a flag and at the refs before it really sunk in. It sure as hell made the drive home a lot easier!

 

I was, and still am in Campbellsville, Ky. I was at one of the subsidized housing complexes I manage, dealing with a conflict between residents. Afterwards, my wife and I were supposed to go out to eat. I had the tv on in the office (sound off) and needless to say, I was in a foul mood (yes, I did take it out on the residents) knowing I was about to receive what I had dished out so unmercifully to the UK supporters. My wife picked me up at the office and I turned the radio on (UK radio network, btw) and just about fell out of the car!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mrs kcal none to happy though....I have the poster from the Advocate framed on my office wall with the name of the play Dash Right 93 Berlin.....

 

I was in a Mall in Atlanta. Went into an Applebees, and had to beg the bartender to turn the game on. That was awesome.

 

Cooking out at my cousins. I'll never forget the pandemonium that broke out over there after that play. Awesome! :thumb:

 

I was upstairs at Woodrow's in Houston and thought the floor might come crashing down. It was the quickest turnaround from depression to ultimate jubilation.

A couple of years before I was listening on my computer when Michael Clayton (then a freshman) caught a TD with 13 seconds left to beat Kentucky. That play/game is often overshadowed but we would've never had the chance to beat the Vols in the SEC Championship game or destroy the Illini in the Sugar Bowl if we don't win that game.

 

Just at home pacing the floor all hacked off until the completion. Then I called everybody I knew.

I hear ya. Way back in the day, I worked for the Reveille and volunteered to cover some sports. Being young and stupid, I figured I'd get sideline passes to the football games or at least get to sit in the press box. Instead I got assigned to cover volleyball and women's swimming and diving. My ambitious ego was horribly offended by the assignment; after all, volleyball and women's swimming and diving wouldn't get me on the front of the sports page.

The I went to their practices. The girls loved having a reporter who was interested in doing stories on them. The volleyball players were all tall. (I'm 6'4".) The swimmers and divers had absolutely no body fat. I went back to the offices in the basement of Coates and took the sports editor (who now works for the Advocate) out for many drinks. It was a great semester and I never got to cover a football game and don't regret it for a minute.

:geauxtige

 

At my house watching with my Dad. At 36 and 60 it was the first time we ever high fived...

 

Laughing at that frat boy from KY who was celebrating and then realized...
that was priceless, ESPN was even dogging him. I wore my LSU gear the next day to a TENN Titans game in Nashville. Some guy with a KY hat yelled at me that we were just lucky, he was all ticked off. I just laughed at him. In my younger days I would have worn him out, but I am not like that anymore. KY is a basketball school, never will change!