A friend of mine got married on Saturday, so I set my DVR to record the game with an hour of "extended time" to be safe. I went on a complete media blackout. No phone (except for GPS, didn't read texts) and no internet until I got home at 4pm this afternoon. The airport was a little stressful, as I saw a couple tide fans walking towards me. Luckily I wasn't wearing any of my gear, which helped me avoid their gaze. They didn't cheer or look sad, so the outcome of the game was preserved! I made it home (still no phone and start the recording right away.
First half, looking good! I turn my phone on in case my mom calls me (she's getting home from abroad). This angers the football Gods, who consider my active cell phone an act of hubris. Bama starts to unravel. I consider Yeldon's fumble to be entirely my fault at this point. With about five minutes left in the 4th quarter (give or take), the game stops playing. I assume that I pressed pause, but I realize that the recording had finished. My heart sinks in my chest, and I slowly reach for my laptop. I head here to RBR and... jubilation! I shout, my ladyfriend comes over from the kitchen... but all is well.
That said, I kind of feel like I was robbed. I mean, I was, but a huge part of me hates that I'll only get to see the comeback after-the-fact, without the thrill of an epic victory. I'm elated all the same, and lord knows I'd love another title, but this one hurt.