I was in the corner of the endzone where it happened, about 20 rows up. Only meaningful play that happened there all day. It was a classic egg bowl for back then, we kicked their asses up and down the field all day then miss opportunities. They get some fluke play or punt return and stay in it. Then the call.
Oh, and to top it off, my girlfriend breaks up with me when we get back to Vegas. Could have been the cussing fit I threw, but who knows.