I was significantly late to the wedding reception of one of my closest friends because of this game. He understood. And the blue streak of expletives deleted when I explained how it unfolded was impressive. That said, I have to conclude that this is his fault.
Back in 2003, another of our group got married. No big deal. An early wedding and the away game was at night. Plenty of time for the wedding and the reception. We gathered. We celebrated and later that evening we congregated at some bar in Altoona. And watched Pitt lose on the road to Toledo. He should have known better. Regardless of all the very good, logistical and logical reasons for having the wedding today — he should have known better.
Eight years later, history repeated. The wedding went quickly wedding receptions enough, and with the gap in time between the wedding and reception I went to a halfway point and to a place of nostalgia. I found myself in The Cage watching the game. Once there, with the way the game unfolded, I couldn’t leave. A good 2 hours late and I had to repeat to many what exactly happened. I felt shell-shocked after a while. And judging by the looks on their faces, they felt it just in the descriptions of the events.