Originally posted by raggingbull2003: Tonight was the first time I was actually moved to tears by a sporting event. Here go the details...
I come from the very very small town of Wallkill, New York. We have a nice little school district. Very small student body. We have a pretty good little football team that can hold their own against most small town teams. Tonight we had a non divisional match against the city of Kingston. For those of you who have never heard of the city of Kingston, its a fairly large city with a huge school district. Their football team is 13th in the state. Going into the game, little old Wallkill was the underdog big time.....
No one in the community was really expecting our little team to defeat the heavily favored Kingston team. But that didnt stop us from driving an hour to the stadium....we knew that we were probably way in over our heads......
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I can not describe the euphoria that I experienced this Friday night. It felt like pride, excitement, shock, and triumph all mixed into one. Without even thinking about it, myself and the rest of the visiting crowd stormed the field and rushed out to praise our team. Never will I ever witness any game that was as extrodinary as this one. I will never forget it.
PL's Black Car Drivers vs. RB's Giants An Underdog Story
Tonight was the first time I was actually moved to tears by a fantasy football game. Here go the details......
I don't have much experience at this head-to-head football stuff. I can hold my own against players who don't know what they're doing, but as last year's 2-12 record will attest, I'm lost against guys who have been playing for several years in a few different leagues. This week, I had a match against RB's Giants. The juggernaut of the league, and the team that all of the ladies and gentlemen feared. Going into the game, the little old Black Car Drivers were the underdog big time.
No one in the Gangster BB League was expecting my little team to defaet the heavily favored Ragging Bull team. But that didn't stop me from tweaking my roster and picking my team, even though I knew that I was probably in way over my head.
But somehow, going into the Sunday night games, I was ahead 72-48. Trouble is, all of my players were done, and RB still had Marvin Harrison, Eddie George, and Keyshawn Johnson yet to play.
But despite Peyton Manning's big night, Harrison is held to only nine points, and I'm beginning to think I may actually have a chance against the Ragging Bull Juggernaut. A 15 point lead heading into Monday night starts to look good.
But Eddie George scores a first quarter touchdown, and suddenly I'm worried. The lead is down to 9, and if Keyshawn can catch a few passes and maybe score, or if Dallas gets down around the goal line and George gets the ball again, I'm screwed.
But Keyshawn is practically shut out, George is hardly used, and the Black Car Drivers pull off the huge upset.
I cannot describe the euphoria I experienced this Monday night. It felt like pride, excitement, shock, and triumph all mixed into one. Never will I ever witness any fantasy game that was as extraordinary as this one. I will never forget it.
