Getting to Know Your Fellow Fans: "Memorable" Fan Moments and Reactions.

For this Colts fan it was the onside kick in the SB.

1. Is Vandershank’s miss in the 2005 POs vs. the Stealers.

playing against the chargers, the ball was intercepted after bouncing off Andre’s foot to end the game. thats when i knew we were fucked.

Yup, that just about sums it up.

Still think it’s my most expressive reaction to a football game.

Maurice Jones-Drew feigned disappointment after playing a major role in the Jacksonville Jaguars’ record-setting Sunday. “We wanted 400, but 375 is OK,” the rookie running back said after the Jaguars’ 375 rushing yards in defeating the Indianapolis Colts 44-17.

I watched the whole game. It was like this:

We couldn’t stop the starting runningback. We couldn’t stop the backup runningback. We couldn’t stop the backup to the backup runningback.

First regular season game in franchise history. First game I’ve ever attended. David Carr to Billy Miller, first TD in Texans regular season history. First regular season win for the franchise. I was in that endzone!!

Watching my girlfriend’s brother throw a punch through the living room drywall after the Oiler/Bills loss in ’92 left an…ahem…“impression” on me.

Texans-wise, complete astonishment after going to the bathroom at Reliant right before the Rosencopter, coming back to my seat and noticing we’re about to lose.

First, the bad. January 3, 1993. Halftime of a certain game. I decide it’s time for some Roni Rolls from Double Daves (and several pitchers). I drag my girlfriend, who I had been dating for a month, up there with me (basically so she could drive). About halfway into the 3rd quarter, I could see the rest of my day unfolding. I asked her to drive me home and drop me off. Yes, take the car. The last thing I need is to be behind the wheel.

Over the next hour and a half or so, I watched the rest of that game with two Schlitz Malt Liquor Red Bulls in total and abject silence. I could see it coming a mile away. Six months later, I was engaged to that girl. I’ve long thought the best move I made was asking her to go home so she wouldn’t see what a sports psychopath she was dating.

And the good! June 22, 1994. Akeem fuckstomps Patrick Ewing’s over-rated ass for seven games, and Houston finally wins a championship. My friends and I took their mattresses (I was watching at their house), and we flung them into the apartment pool and embarrassed ourselves immeasurably for the next couple of hours. Good times.

There was also the time I streaked when the Bears won the Super Bowl in ’86. Just for fun.

after coming off a nice beatdown of the same team in the preseason, myself and 20,000+ fans headed out to Reliant that sunday feeling AWESOME about the team. coming off an amazing win in washington, with the much hated cowgurls coming to town.. it was a dream come true.
a dream…
or a fucking nightmare?
by now you know how it all turned out, from the whuppin’ we got on the field, to the whuppins’ that were being dealt out OUTSIDE of the stadium by that same 20,000 people who wound up turning on one another. hands down the ugliest day in texans football history in my opinion… and screw you UprootedTexan for making me relive it! chugs a gallon of bleach
yum.

We just kept throwing the ball… I couldnt fathom.. Thats the only time I have ever turned the TV off during a Texans game..

We had terrible seats, WAY WAY up there. Texans were on the last drive of the game with time winding down. I forget how many points down we were, but it was 6 or less. On 4th and 10 fans were leaving their seats while we chastised them for it. Schaub completes to Andre to keep the drive alive.

Later Schaub walked in a TD on a QB draw. Seeing that live and having kept the faith through that tumultuous last several minutes was easily the most excited I’ve ever been. I love having had been there.

Don’t remember exactly what year it was, but it was in the first couple of years. The Jacksonville game where Carr dove it in on a QB sneak on fourth down for the win instead of going for the tie. Great atmosphere leaving the stadium that day. Ah…the early years when people were still so happy to have football back they didn’t really care if we sucked.

It’s the 4th quarter, Texans are down by 1 to the Colts (sans Freeney) in the 09 season. Schaub drops back, throws the ball directly to Clint Sessions for a 26 yard pick six. Very next offensive play for the Texans, Schaub drops back and is completely oblivious to pressure off the edge, gets stripped. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF. WTF.

To me that was worse than the Rosencopter.

In a victory over the Pittsburgh Steelers, the Texans set an NFL record for fewest total yards in a game by a winning team with 46 yards. The good ole day

Was the maddest I ever got. Schaub got called all kinda names for like 30 mins straight. The Jacksonville game I couldnt really get mad cause I was still at work.

In my bad moments I generally do not react. Bills, Rosencopter, Chris Brown, Q-Tip, Pujols, etc. I turn into a zombie and shuffle off somewhere. The one exception is when we lost Game 7 to the Cardinals in 2004. I was exceedingly drunk, tried to kick the empty case across the floor of the lounge, slipped in my own spilled beer, and landed on my back.

My strongest reaction to a Texans game is weirdly the 2007 win over Miami. Kris Brown kicks a 57 yarder to win it. I yelled so loudly that the woman sitting next to me nearly died laughing.

In non-football, it was Ausmus’s home run in 2005 against the Braves. I was working in Alaska all of October and very pissed to be missing the post-season run. I was sitting alone in my hotel room, lept off the couch, over the coffee table and was yelling and banging the kitchen counter.

The Cinderella Colts were down 20-16 with a few seconds left on the clock. Jim Harbaugh, a.k.a. "Captain Comeback," sends everyone deep to the endzone for one last shot at legend. He takes the snap, drops back and blasts the most beautiful Hail Mary you’ve ever seen into the cold, slate-colored sky. It looks like an avenging angel falling like a spear from the heavens. Hallelujah! It drops with laser-precision between four leaping Steelers right into the waiting arms of wide receiver Aaron Bailey as he falls to the ground. Praise Jesus, it’s a miracle! It bounces from one hand, then to the other. His back strikes the turf. The ball falls between his desperately clutching fingers to land upon his stomach, from which point it proceeds to lazily roll from his gutless belly and onto the frozen turf.
Hundreds of miles away, I scream like a man who’s scrotum has been pierced by a drywall saw and throw a bottle of McEwans Scotch Ale through my television, cursing both God and Aaron Bailey from that moment forward…

But now we got the Fivehead so it’s all good. WOOHOO!

Beating the Cowturds.

So many epic fails – I cannot put anything on a single one. I do believe we had about 4 years worth last year alone – so we should be good for a couple of years.

Coming back to beat the Redskins. The whole time I kept thinking, “God, we’re making Donovan McNabb look like Peyton Manning right now.” This was before any of us had accepted that our secondary was going to suck.

4th and 10: Down 7 points, Matt Schaub stands in the face of pressure and throws the ball up, where Andre Johnson goes up and grabs it with the defender IN FRONT OF HIM. Then the overtime almost made me want to kill someone (KICK THE FIELD GOAL KUBES!), but then we won so all was forgiven. Awesome game.

I was trying not to see the scores for the Indy game or the Redskins game. We landed in Houston during overtime of the Redskins game and the game ended while we were in baggage claim. Based on the overall mood of the airport I assumed we won. It was a weird experience watching that game assuming we’ve won. “Well, I guess we’re blocking this field goal, no way we can win if this goes down.” When it came down to that fourth down play I was sure I’d had misread everyone’s reaction.

I did watch the Indy game all the way through without knowing which was pretty awesome.

With that Roller Coaster ride called MNF. I broke more then my phone that night, i also broke my bank account at the strip gentlemen’s club.

Last season. Can’t remember the date or scenario but a 1/4 full can of Planter’s peanuts (light salt) can make its way through a layer of sheetrock.

J. Russell 18/25 236 9.4 2 0 128.1

Fuck you assholes responsible for this.

When we lost FOUR straight division games all by a TD or less. We win just one of those games and we make the playoffs. That was an even lower feeling for me than any of those loses from last year. Because they were in division.

I know we go in if the Colts don’t let the Jets beat them but we had all those games and one way or another they slipped through our fingers.

And when you look back on that year those four loses were probably the worst in franchise history when you consider how close they all were and how it affected our playoff run.

That’s sticks with me more than anything else.

I was really close to turning 21, and my buddy and I were pacing, trying to get the nerve to see if we could by beer, when a shot nearly hits me on the concourse behind the Crawford Boxes. I was so in shock I didn’t even get the ball, but I won’t ever forget it.

and bad moments now. i got a feeling karma shines it purty lil’ light on our boys going forward.

I will never forget q-tip. I remember being ready for the Texans to go to overtime, but a tiny bit of doubt crept into my mind and I anticipated some freak play. I watched the ball fly, and I knew as soon as it disappeared that something had gone wrong. I remember staring blankly at the T.V. in disbelief. I always have a lot to rant about after Texans losses, but this one shut me up for the rest of the day.

Have mentioned this?

Best part? I knew it would happen. Just knew it. I just sat there in my seat at Reliant with my hands on my head. Must have sat there for 20 minutes after the game was over.

Oilers vs. Bills, AFC Wild Card Game, The Comeback, A.K.A. The Choke

The Curse Of The Fourth Reich still haunts us even now

I really believe it was from the ashes of that incredible loss that the Rockets found the strength to rise to their championship.

I go numb after losses and into silent relief-mode after wins, so mine is pretty boring.

Oilers/Bills. Everyone knows the game. I was nine years old. That was the last time I cried.

Good Durga it was cold! My face was completely red and numb. I didn’t care. I was also hammered. This helped with standing in below zero temperature.

Was at FedEx last season. Fan-freaking-tastic! The Andre touchdown…I never yelled and cheered and jumped around like a jackass so much than I did at that moment. Then the punt in overtime. Punt in overtime? uh……? That works maybe once out of thirty times. Thank you Durga!

Rosencopter – Was at a bar near where I live. Up by 17 and 5 minutes left? It was at that moment that a lone Colts fan walked in wearing a jersey. Ugh.

Q-tip – Was at a different bar in this town I live in. Down to the wire and I had a sinking feeling. Guess it has become a second nature thing. I saw the bat down, the catch, and the signal. At that moment I…just…started….laughing. Hysterically and uncontrollably. Kind of like when someone snaps. The sheer preposterous nature of it all. Seriously? That. Just. Happened?

My buddy is a HUGE Jets fan, so naturally we bet a 24 on the Texans-Jets game. I was so excited the Texans had the lead and I was going to win a case of ice cold beer, until my dreams came crashing down with less than a minute to play.

When the Jets took over I figured, no way Sanchez takes them the length of the field in under a minute…it’s impossible! One minute later I’d flipped my coffee table and was storming around the apartment cursing and scaring my girlfriend. I don’t think I’ve ever uttered as many obscenities as I did following that game.

It only got worse when I had to deliver 24 beer to chants of J-E-T-S….the horror is still with me to this day.