My boss was nice enough to let me and my coworker leave work to watch the end of the game, mostly because she knew we were basically more useless than usual refreshing the score. She told us to come back when it was over and, without directly saying it, told us not to drink too much. It was fun texting back updates telling them it was going to OT, then another one, then another one and, of course, another one.
When we got to Tavern on 7 in Norwalk, it was a bunch of older gentlemen watching golf. We had them put the game on in one corner. Slowly but surely the rest of the bar started crowding around us. When Cincinnati hit put up that 3, I knew it was going in cause that team just felt snake bit. I then did my classic routine of “ok time to leave while still actually paying attention and holding out hope” but I still couldn’t believe that shot actually went in. Waiting to see a replay to confirm it was good was excruciating.