Discussion in 'The National Football League' started by Double Barrel, Jan 3, 2008.
Bud Adams turned 70 and 35-3
It was just mentioned to me, so I figured I'd share the pain.
Oh yeah ... remeber the Titans .
grrrreat...now I get to re-live the pain AND be reminded how old I've gotten.
THANKS DB......you rotten !@@!$$%#@
I remember that game like it was yesterday. Hypnosis apparently doesn't always work.
You ever come across somebody that hears you are an Oiler/Texan fan and asks you IF YOU REMEMBER THE GAME??? I get that about once a month and still haven't come up with a tactful way of answering the question.
I was in the fkn stadium that miserable day. It still hurts to this day, and the Titans could win 4 rings will it will still not be able to wash that stench off me.
Kick them in the groin , they will quit asking!
The game comes on in its entirety on NFL Network tomorrow. I was too young to remember, but I have seen it before on NFL Films, and it made be sick. Especially the Bills player that stepped out of bounds and came back in to catch that TD pass.
I've been cursed with seeing that replayed game - both the long and short versions - for years now. For whatever reason(s), the self-inflicted wound of watching that particular game never fails.
He will never die. I think he eats human hearts.
I couldn't get off the couch after that game. I couldn't even change the channel. I think there was some Elvis movie on afterwards, or maybe someone else changed the channel.
I don't trust the outcome of sporting events until I see 00:00 on the final scoreboard.
I remember going on to the front porch and caulking the windows. My wife kept saying "they're coming back on them", and I smugly said, "nah, just making it good for the viewers".
Thank God that's Tennessee's nightmare and history now.
I have a fantasy for how he dies. The Titans win the Superbowl and he's so happy that he has a massive heart attack on his way to pick up the Lombardi trophy. He dies looking at it just a few short feet away. It's so close he can read the inscription on it, but can't quite touch it and he gives his death-rattle before the commisioner can put it into his dying hands.
I hope he lives long enough to see the Texans win a superbowl.
It's like Bill Simmons would always comment - anytime there was a Sox game on before '04's Series win the TV or newspapers always had the curse to flash to the viewers 1,000,000 times.
It's the same for Oiler/Titan/Texan fans that still have the stench of that frigging game. No matter what, any time a team is getting blown out, that 35-3 game has a 50-50 shot of being mentioned. And anytime I'm around a few of my certain buddies, they always wait for my reaction. It's like watching the unabomber get his start, they figure.
I like the way you think, but the only flaw is he has no heart in his chest to have the attack.
How about this: One of his players is holding the trophy high in the air and is suddenly bumped into by VY, who pulled his quad walking up to the podium, knocks the trophy out of the players hands. Bud, looking straight up at the trophy catches one of the 3 sharp corners at the base of the trophy in the throat. That particular corner happened to have a jagged piece of metal hanging off which slices Buds throat like a knife through hot butter. A frightened VY then looks for something to put pressure on the gushing wound only to find a furry little ball lying next to Bud.
Well, that furry little ball turned out to be Buds hair piece. The rug happened to be infected with the ebola virus. Bud's body bled out and he soon passed on the spot.
You hurt my feelings when you talk like that.
I miss John McMullen. Back when he was around I could always pretend that I was the second most hated owner in Houston.
I'll give you all free admittance to my Tennessee Titans Hall of Fame museum (one time only of course) if you quit saying mean things about me. Now that's a good deal if I ever saw one. We got famous Nashville Oilers in there to look at.
Seriously though I remember that game like it was yesterday too. I had assembled the greatest collection of football talent the world has ever seen. At the half I was dancing around practicing my Lombardi trophy wave and everything. I had this plan back then that I'd wave it around over my head when I won it. Now I couldn't lift it to save my life. Somebody jokingly told me to quit that or I'd jinx the team and I fired them.
Next thing I remember was the smelling salts bringing me back to consciousness. When the Bills went ahead I fainted. The doctors tell me my heart stopped beating but all I remember is the smell of sulpher and being very, very hot. I think I was in Arkansas at the hot springs!
I had a buddy named Ron, who was a very jaded Oilers fan. We were watching the game at his house and he said to me, after the Oilers scored to go up 35-3, that the Oilers would find a way to lose the freakin game. He was serious too, and it pissed me off how negative he could be...
I remember after the game, walking out into his back yard, taking my Oilers cap off my head, throwing it on his BBQ pit, soaking it in charcoal lighter fluid, and burning that sucker...
A guy I know was whiskey drunk in his own apartment with a bunch of friends, and went nuts after the game. He basically destroyed every scrap of furniture, picture on the wall, and all the glassware and other breakables in his entire place.
He was so out of control that everyone just got the hell out. By the time the law got there, he was passed out on his couch, laying on broken glass...
Here's to you, Perry... You did what a lot of us probably felt like doing, but weren't crazy enough to actually do...
yeah, I remember watching it with a buddy (Jungle Bob, as a matter of fact), and we went outside at halftime just to let out some of the excitement. I mean, we were certain at that point of victory...we could feel it, we had the team, years of playoff attempts...and damn, the rest of the afternoon is just a blur, one that I've worked on for years to erase from my memory.
I think the overwhelming majority of Oilers fans were blindsided that day, and I have yet to meet one that endured the experience without some kind of mental and/or emotional scar leftover.
I HATE YOU DB!!
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