Most Heartbreaaking Loss in tDSOR?

1992 for me. Thought the game was over...just had to finish it.

1986 is also up there.

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2013 was a tough one simply because I didn't think we had any chance to win after 3 quarters. Next thing you know, Murray puts the team on his MFing back for 3 straight TD drives and it's a great comeback win... aaand then Ricardo Louis happened.

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HE WAS DOWN!!!

I'll always go 2006. Could have been the first real controversial BCS final. Still was with the OSU-Michigan rematch bullshite.

But Auburn had wins against two top ten teams including Florida who would go on to be selected for the game. We probably don't get picked, but who the frick knows considering we got our pants dropped by a very mediocre Georgia team that had lost 4/5 coming into the game.

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2005, definitely. At least, as far as the game goes.

This was still in the Dooley era and before the SEC network, so schools still had some say-so in kick-off times. Dooley hated night games, apparently, because he thought it put a bunch of drunk alumni on the roads back home at night and it wasn't as safe. Whatever, it sucked. Anyway, ESPN announces that it's their 7:30 game that week and all of us students are fricking PUMPED. We still get out to North Campus at about 6:30 AM to grab some prime tailgating real estate and we were ready to go. Lot's of Evan Williams. Black sundresses everywhere. My Auburn friends swing by and everyone is having a grand time. By 4:30 or so, though, there are definite signs of distress among the tailgaters. The mood is turning slightly dysphoric as fatigue and alcohol poisoning set in. Roughly 2 hours before kick-off and disaster strikes as my date throws up ALL over my shirt and my best friend's girlfriend just collapses and goes boneless. The only shirt I can find in my jeep is a pink Polo shirt, but it's better than being covered in bile and regurgitated malibu rum. Our tailgate looks more like Jonestown at this point and it's time to head to the stadium, so liquor is poured into ziplock bags, then shoved into waistbands, and we announce that this train is bound for glory. Most of our friends muster up enough strength to push onward to Sanford, and Barfra Bush is adamant that she wants to go, too, although I basically had to carry her. There was a solid contingent of our comrades who were done for at that point; we made them as comfortable as we could, took their tickets to scalp, and left them with God.

The game is mostly a drunken blur, my date pukes again but continues to rally. She was a fricking mess but god damn girls were fun back then. I remember it being 4th down, I was turned around celebrating with the rows behind me, I turned just in time to see the Auburn WR catch the ball right were Tra Battle's confused and concussed arse should have been. That was the single most sobering moment of my life... literally. It was like all the alcohol in my system sank to the bottom of my feet and the cold, icy grip of sobriety squeezed my testicles. Sticking out like a sore thumb in my dumbass pink shirt, still smelling like barf, and watching Richt's boys snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. We did the only thing we knew to do...

We headed downtown to frick our livers up even worse. There was this really drunk GDI who yelled "IF IT'S ORANGE IT BLEEDS!" and tried to take off in a run towards downtown but tripped and hit the Arch face first, knocking himself out cold. It was a good representation of the game. Some of my Auburn friends were a little worried to be downtown after the game but the tension lessened as everyone plied themselves with more and more alcohol. I wound up getting a blowjob in the side bathroom at Walker's (the one we all used to use for cocaine because it had a lock on the door and no one really knew it was there) from my date that night, so it wasn't all that bad. In fact, the day/night was one of my favorite memories from college. The only thing that kept it from being arguably the best day I'd ever had was the fact that we let Auburn off the hook.

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It was just an ugly rainy morning...no since of urgency

1986 was pretty bad.

The 1996 4OT loss was worse.

2002 was the worst.

There were a lot that were hideously disappointing (2014-16, 2006, etc.) but not heartbreaking.

A Golden Oldie would be 1970.

Also, I truly believe bama may not have won the national title in 1992 if UGA had not laid there like they did.

By the end of the year in 1992, we were playing pretty well. That game tore the heart and soul out of the team. Pat Dye looked the most dejected of his career and could barely speak in the post game interview.

We still gave bama a game the next week . I believe it was tied 0-0 at half time and a late pic 6 put the game away for bama sometime late in the game.

If that team had gone into the IB off a win instead of having its heart ripped out, they would have given bama all they could handle.