First of all, everything was going wrong for me that morning. I was in a terrible mood going into the stadium, ready to take my frustrations out on my cowbell and vocal chords. The first half and the anemic offensive play had drained me pretty bad. Then, when the refs started helping Bama like I knew was coming eventually, and they got down to a first and goal, I was depressed and sat down with my head in my hands, trying (and failing) to tell myself it's just a game and I shouldn't get so upset about it.
I was surrounded by my friends and my fiancee to my left. We were in the student section directly across the aisle from the aforementioned chest-painted Bama fan. After first down, my friend to my right tapped me on the shoulder, "We stopped em. We stopped em." I nodded, while thinking, "I'm not going to stand up just to watch them score and piss me off even more." Second down, more excited, "We stopped them again." My fiancee rubs me on the back, trying to make me get out of my funk. I look up at her and she has a, "Dear Lord, what have I gotten myself into?" look on her face. I told her, "I can't stand up now. What if I curse us?" That didn't make her look go away, by any means. Although, I was thinkning, "Man, they're running out of time. We might can make a big play here." Obviously, I wasn't thinking pick-six, but maybe a sack or something and make them run out of time. But I refused to stand up, put my face back in my hands, and waited.
I heard the initial excitement, then silence, then explosion. My friend on my right is yelling, "We picked it off!" As I'm drunkenly trying to get to my feet, I notice the crowd is continuing to get louder, and he starts yelling, "We're gonna run it back!" I made it to my feet when AJ was at about the thirty, and started going nuts. My friend in front of us, who I swear hates Bama more than he loves State, even though he denies this, turns around and snatches my fiancee's cowbell and runs over in the chest-painted Bama fan's face and rings it as hard as he can. I didn't see this but is what he claimed afterwards. I was too busy running in between aisles high-fiving everyone I could find. It felt like it had begun to drizzle and the smell of bourbon was filling the air.
I then sat down and tried not to die/throw up for the entire halftime. If we're gonna start having games like that consistently, I need to start working out.