Happy 10-year anniversary of 21-0!

TD game thread from 1-9-12, for your reading pleasure

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Dang, it's been ten years. That was quite a weekend in NOLA.

My student tickets just happened to be on the front row, right by the tunnel in the endzone, and one of my good friends ticket was the seat over from me. Some other friends seats were right behind us.

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Soulds like you had a hell of a night! I was watching on TV with my grandpa, same place I'll be tomorrow night, and same place I've been for most bama games I didn't attend in my lifetime. In a lot of ways it felt really similar to watching the 1992 NC game as a 10-year-old, probably because I went in expecting a good matchup, leaning more towards a loss than a win, and came out with a 21-point (34-13 vs 21-0) win after pure defensive domination.

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Dang, it's been ten years. That was quite a weekend in NOLA.

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It was fricking crazy. I always love telling this story from that game.

I lived in New Orleans back then. The Bama bar in New Orleans, the Rusty Nail, went full cash grab mode. They charged a cover and were fricking slammed. We got there 30 minutes before kickoff, and it was one in one out. People were walking out, bitching they couldn't order a beer because it was so packed. We freaked out. There isn't any safe bar in the city for a Bama fan. So we went to the only potentially safe place, Bourbon St. And I fricking hate Bourbon St.

But sure enough, we got there and found a bar with a bunch Bama fans. They also sold 3 for 1 beers during the game. It turned out to be great. We watched it, drank cheap beer, and LSU got their arse kicked. I even lit a couple is joints in the middle of the fourth quarter, and passed them around the place. Once it was over, everyone went on the balcony and celebrated.

I lit another joint on the balcony and celebrated. As the joint was almost finished, I hear someone yell, "Everybody get off the balcony, NOW, it's closed!"

Sure enough, there were cops at the door. So I dropped my roach, shuffled through the crowd, and lit a cigarette to calm my nerves. The crowd files out, and I have to pass by the cops to go down the staircase. My hands were shaking I was so nervous, because I (not surprising) had more weed on me.

As I get right past them, there was a big tittied shot girl, selling those nasty test tube shots. She asked me if I had an extra smoke. I gave her one. She said, "thanks, here's one for free."

She grabbed the back of my head, pulled it into her titties, and motorboated the hell out of me in the middle of the line. Immediately my nerves were calmed, and I felt completely relaxed. We went on the street and celebrated in the quarter all night. That shot girl/angel gave me a medicinal motorboating.