I would have loved to there selling the booze, I would made a killin'. That particular play is embedded into my memory banks. I can still see the acceleration from Cam that left Peterson in the dust.
Fuck that! It was an Open Bar. With good champagne. And I celebrated liberally.
Which is why I remember nothing after we left the hotel at 10pm to go back to our hotel, which was a ten minute walk away, and woke up at 2am with no clue where I was or how I got there or where my clothes were or who that was snoring in my ear...
It turned out to be my husband. Whew. Not sure he would have been able to tolerate an unfaithful Auburn wife on the same weekend that LSU lost to Cam and the Real Tigers...
So yeah - a fabulous memory, what I can remember of it...