01-14-2022, 03:53 PM
What moment did you remove any doubt how bonkers you were about the Bengals?
For me, I was just divorced and ditched Ohio for Montana. I was traveling from Montana to Idaho with a good buddy and two women. It was January 22nd, 1989. I made clear I would not do the trip if we didn't stop to watch the Super Bowl. The two ladies were pissed, but we stopped in the Challis, Idaho bowling alley in a driving snowstorm to watch the Bengals narrowly lose to the 49ers. There was no other customer in the building, but I made up for it by drinking my fair share of beers. The drive after that game was treacherous to say the least, but I never regretted my decision, only the outcome of the game.
On a side note, I bumped into Dick Enberg in Sun Valley the following weekend and thanked him for doing an unbiased call of the game. He said it was the best Super Bowl he'd ever watched. I informed I was a Bengals fan since their inception. He said, "well, that's tough for you, but you gotta admit that was a great game!" I've despised the 49ers ever since.
Another side note: I was in Missoula for the Forester's Ball before our road trip. That ball used to be a NUTS party on the University of Montana campus. (Playboy magazine once rated it as THE best college party in the country.) To get a free beer, you had to kiss the bartender. There were some smokin' hot college ladies behind the bar, and their lines were unsurprisingly quite long. They used to say more than half the people would leave with someone other than they showed up with. Women also could pick some pretty ripped college guys to get their beers. I saw a few fights break out over the length of the kisses. There was also a "stud barn" where people could go have fun in a three-walled room, with a mattress on the floor. I haven't been in years, but I've heard it's pretty lame now, with no alcohol served and no more stud barns. Those were some crazy days.
For me, I was just divorced and ditched Ohio for Montana. I was traveling from Montana to Idaho with a good buddy and two women. It was January 22nd, 1989. I made clear I would not do the trip if we didn't stop to watch the Super Bowl. The two ladies were pissed, but we stopped in the Challis, Idaho bowling alley in a driving snowstorm to watch the Bengals narrowly lose to the 49ers. There was no other customer in the building, but I made up for it by drinking my fair share of beers. The drive after that game was treacherous to say the least, but I never regretted my decision, only the outcome of the game.
On a side note, I bumped into Dick Enberg in Sun Valley the following weekend and thanked him for doing an unbiased call of the game. He said it was the best Super Bowl he'd ever watched. I informed I was a Bengals fan since their inception. He said, "well, that's tough for you, but you gotta admit that was a great game!" I've despised the 49ers ever since.
Another side note: I was in Missoula for the Forester's Ball before our road trip. That ball used to be a NUTS party on the University of Montana campus. (Playboy magazine once rated it as THE best college party in the country.) To get a free beer, you had to kiss the bartender. There were some smokin' hot college ladies behind the bar, and their lines were unsurprisingly quite long. They used to say more than half the people would leave with someone other than they showed up with. Women also could pick some pretty ripped college guys to get their beers. I saw a few fights break out over the length of the kisses. There was also a "stud barn" where people could go have fun in a three-walled room, with a mattress on the floor. I haven't been in years, but I've heard it's pretty lame now, with no alcohol served and no more stud barns. Those were some crazy days.
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