01-14-2022, 04:38 PM
January 1989. Superbowl XXIII. I was 26 years old. I pissed my pants and cried like a baby, all because of the Bengals. I was so excited after Stanford Jennings kickoff return for a TD that I pissed myself (didn't matter, would have done it again for another TD).
Then Montana to Taylor with 34 seconds remaining all but ended my life(at least that's how it felt). Only time I had ever cried like that over a game. I have still never forgiven Lewis Billups for the dropped INT.
Any grown ass man that is completely sober and pisses himself and then cries like a baby over a ballgame is hopeless and definitely hardcore.
Then Montana to Taylor with 34 seconds remaining all but ended my life(at least that's how it felt). Only time I had ever cried like that over a game. I have still never forgiven Lewis Billups for the dropped INT.
Any grown ass man that is completely sober and pisses himself and then cries like a baby over a ballgame is hopeless and definitely hardcore.
