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I have the absolute worst “Tate George The Shot” story!
I was in East Rutherford, New Jersey at the Meadowlands. I walked out of the building and got in my car and was so disappointed that I attempted to throw my tickets for the next game out the car window.
I drove back from New Jersey to my house in Connecticut, where my son’s mother was sitting up, waiting for me all excited, saying something along the lines of, “what a great game, what a great game.”
It might’ve been the first and only time I ever cussed at her in my life as I said something along the lines of, “what the % are you talking about, we blew an 18 point lead and lost the game!”
She looked at me like I had two heads and explained that UConn had won the game. We stayed up and flipped channels until we found the highlights so I could discover that UConn had actually won on the Tate George shot.
I grabbed a flashlight and headed to the car and searched for the tickets which I found in the backseat as thankfully they didn’t leave the vehicle in my futile attempt to discard them.
Until today, the only two people that knew I left the game prior to the shot was my son‘s mother and myself because I always just say I was at that game.
I was in East Rutherford, New Jersey at the Meadowlands. I walked out of the building and got in my car and was so disappointed that I attempted to throw my tickets for the next game out the car window.
I drove back from New Jersey to my house in Connecticut, where my son’s mother was sitting up, waiting for me all excited, saying something along the lines of, “what a great game, what a great game.”
It might’ve been the first and only time I ever cussed at her in my life as I said something along the lines of, “what the % are you talking about, we blew an 18 point lead and lost the game!”
She looked at me like I had two heads and explained that UConn had won the game. We stayed up and flipped channels until we found the highlights so I could discover that UConn had actually won on the Tate George shot.
I grabbed a flashlight and headed to the car and searched for the tickets which I found in the backseat as thankfully they didn’t leave the vehicle in my futile attempt to discard them.
Until today, the only two people that knew I left the game prior to the shot was my son‘s mother and myself because I always just say I was at that game.