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Ok guys I will start blogging more about poker in the coming weeks but I have to write about the trip to Boston and the 49ers win. I will say I'm a huge fan of the new VPP system as I'm collecting those little bastard at record pace. The 50% extra VPP hour is very nice as well. Anyways if you're a fan of the NFL then hold onto your socks this story is for you.
P.S. I won $49 off a foolish Alex Huang and have parlayed that bet into this weekends Giants game. Suggestions are welcome for how I should spend the $98 I'm going to win.
Last weekend seven of my friends and I made the 7 hour drive from Ottawa to Boston to go see the Patriots play the Broncos. We intended to see the Steelers play as we bought the tickets a week prior when it was clear that the Texans were moving on. Tebow foiled our plans by knocking a less than stellar looking Pittsburgh. It took me two days of internal debate as to whether I would still go. I truly hate both franchises with a fiery passion and my all time favourite team across any sport, the San Francisco 49ers, were playing the afternoon game that day. Eventually I caved because road trips are always bad ass. My solution was to cheer for the Patriots defence to crush Tebow and drink while Brady was on the field.
Our drive down to Boston was the most stressful 10 hours in recent memory. The weather forecast DID NOT call for the mother of all snow storms. Last year when we drove home from Pittsburgh vs Baltimore we saw a Mazda 3 do a triple backflip into the woods. The driver was shaken up but was fine overall. This trip we all called shot as to what car we'd see laid out. I went first and picked a Honda Civic hatch back. Twenty minutes later on the outskirts of the Ottawa region we passed an upside down Civic with people standing around it in a non fatality body language. Those little cars seem to hold up in big accidents from what I've seen.
We were driving in Drew's Dodge Ram 4x4 which translates into a tank on wheels. The stressful part came from Eric's Nissan Altima without snow tires. Imagine watching someone playing Tokyo Drift on a highway for 10 straight hours and you'll understand what I was going through. For some reason Eric kept using his brakes and each time I thought that would be the one that spun them off into the ditch, other cars or us. We would been fine as the truck would have crushed their car but I was second worried for them. Miraculously we made it into Boston safely.
For some reason I thought Boston was a rough and unfriendly place. People weren't "Hard Ons" but really nice. In my opinion Americans are some of the friendliest people on the planet. Sorry to my UK friends but the average American is way more receptive to strangers than the UK people are. Americans seems surprised when you walk up and talk to them but in a good way. My mother always told me to be nice to people until they give you a reason not too and it will open doors. She was right. I strongly endorse having strong interpersonal skills. Anyways back to the trip. The night ended over the BIGGEST pizza I've ever seen.
I woke up Saturday surprisingly not hungover. Instead I had the excited jitters of knowing my beloved 49ers were to play their first playoff game in years. This is the first time in my adult life the Niners have a Super Bowl contending team. I spotted the potential in the preseason but all my friends, minus Tom, thought I was crazy. In week 3 I bet someone 3 cases of Kronenbourg Blanc in a last longer bet vs Green Bay. I was laughed at by 20 in the room but I'm the one laughing now. Those 72 beers will be shared at the Super Bowl party.
My only stipulation about coming on the trip was I would be in front of a TV at Gillette Stadium before kickoff of the Niners game at 4:30. Before getting on the train we had lunch at South Street Diner where I had one of the best burgers of my life for $8. It was a massive beef patty and I got to pick 4 toppings of roasted red peppers, onions, mushrooms and cheddar with $2.50 Pabst Blue Ribbon tall boy to wash it down. That was one of the three drinks I'd consume over the next 8 hours.
Everyone around me was getting drunker by the minute. Shawn and Drew had 6 breakfast beers each and then drank a 26oz bottle of Jaggermeister and Red Bull in coffee cups on the train out to Gillette. The rest of the crew packed drinks away at a solid clip while I held it together so I could focus on the game. San Fran was playing New Orleans gun slinging offence and everyone expected a blood bath. New Orleans won the coinflip and wasted no time driving down the field. It looked as if they were going to score when the hit that sidelined the Saints running back turned the ball over on the 3 yard line. To my great joy San Fran marched down the field and scored to make it 7-0. Vernon Davis slam dunked the ball over the uprights in an obvious taunt to rival Tight End Graham. The Saints got the ball back and Drew Brees throws and interception and we score again, 14-0. The Saints and Niners have non scoring possessions until the Saints fumble again and we score making it 17-0.
The Niners are billed as the defensive threat of the NFC and they were putting up points in record speed against the wild west offensive squad. Everyone around me kept saying the game was over and I should relax but I knew it was only a matter of time before Brees' breaks lose and puts up points. I really didn't like that we only made a field goal on the third score. Within a blink of an eye the Saints put up two touchdowns and it went to half time 17-14. I finally had a moments rest from my vigil in front of the Vizio at Tobey Keiths bar and grill. I looked around and saw a sea of Patriots jerseys littered with Broncos and figured I was in the seventh circle of Hell described in Dante's Inferno.
The third quarter was pretty inconsequential with the Niners only adding a field goal to make it 20-14. At this point it was 7pm and six of the group headed off to Gillette for the Patriots game leaving myself and Shawn at the bar. Shawn snagged us some seats at the bar and we sat down for what would be the most exciting 15 minutes of sports I've ever watched in my life. Canada winning Olympic gold in hockey was nice but this, this was something I'll remember for the rest of my life.
I was pleading with God for a measly 3 points to make it a two possession game. My prayers seemed to go unanswered as the Saints got the ball with 7 minutes left. Drew Brees dropped back in the pocket and hit Darren Sproles in mid stride. He juked around two Niners secondary and marched all the way down the field into the endzone. It was the fantastic play I'd been fearing and for the first time the Saints held the lead at 21-20.
The clock had just over 4 minutes left and I turned to Shawn and said "I have faith in Alex Smith to get it done". Some old man beside me muttered "you must be the first person in the world to say that". The ball was moving up the field slowly but surely when Frank Gore, the running back, broke loose. I was on top of the bar screaming in a bar full of people for him to make all the way. It was at this time I noticed the one other San Francisco jersey out the 70,000 people at Gillette Stadium. When Gore got tackled we shared an understanding nod in approval of the last play. We were within field goal range and needed one more first down to kill of the clock and kick a game winning field goal. On 3rd and 2 we took a twelve man in the huddle 5 yard penalty. This made me sick because if we kicked a field goal the game would lie in the passing leader of the season Drew Brees' hands.
Cue the greatest 30 yard run in the history of feet. This run rivals the accomplishment of Moses crossing the Red Seas. I would give anything to have been in the huddle when Alex Smith, the slowest player on the offence, called his own number on a all or nothing fake to Frank Gore bootleg left. He snapped the ball and faked it to Gore. The entire Saints defence bit hard! Nobody saw it coming. Alex slowly made his way down the left side line untouched until the ten yard line where he got the biggest block in the last 17 years of the Niners franchise to put him in the endzone. Sadly we missed the two point conversion so the score was 26-21 with just over 2minutes to go.
This is the classic offence vs defence battle and I was very nervous. Brees got onto the field with visible determination. If memory serves me correctly it was the third play that put the dagger through my heart. Brees hit tight end Graham in the middle of the field. Allstar line backer Patrick Willis, whose jersey I had on, missed his tackle and took out his own teammate leaving Graham a clear path to the endzone. A two point convert later they held the lead 29-26.
Shawn turned to the bartender and ordered me a drink. Three of the girls who had been serving our group came over to cheer me up as they say the look on my face but I wasn't ready for that just yet. The clock had 1:40ish left and we had the best field goal kicker in the NFL on the sidelines.
We got the ball back and had our mission cut out. We needed 40 yard to be on the outskirts of a long field goal to tie. Again my memory isn't 100% positive but I think it was the third play when all hell broke loose. The Saints decided it was a good idea to blitz six and leave Vernon Davis, the one weapon who had been beating them consistently, in one on one coverage. Smith threw the ball high and long and again I was on top of the bar as Davis made the catch to put them deep into Saint territory. A field goal would tie the game but that's not what legendary stories are made from. With less than 20 seconds on the clock on the 14 yard line Smith takes the snap. He looks left then hits Davis cutting to the middle within the 1 yard line. The Saints DB hit Davis pretty hard but he fell forward into the endzone. It is going down in Niners history as "The Catch"
Imagine the greatest feeling of your life mixed in with 17 years of disappointment and the thrill of dethroning a giant, multiply it by a thousand and you might have some idea of how I felt at that moment in time. Winning $61,000 in the WCOOP was nice but this was way bigger than myself. I don't really remember the ensuing minute but Shawn says I was jumping and screaming and rushed the other San Fran guy and picked him up. Out of the woodworks flew in a dozen or so other screaming people who joined our mosh pit of celebration. I've been waiting since 1994 for a team to take us to the promised land and its two wins away!
Once the win was solidified we headed to Gillette to see the live game. Long story short the Pats killed the Broncos and I scored big points with the crowd around me with my "Save a horse kill a Tebow" chant. Sometime into the second quarter Shawn was asked if he was mad he missed the beginning of the game to which he replied "I would have missed the entire game just to see Galen flip out like he did".
In all honesty after the smoke settled I wouldn't have wanted to change a single moment of that game. Four lead changing touchdowns within four minutes of the end of a playoff game is just wild.
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