I still remember the 1993 playoff game against the Buffalo Bills well. At halftime, when the Houston Oilers were blowing out the Bills, I went to Double Dave’s for some buffet action, accompanied by a beautiful woman. She would become the future Mrs. bfd.
It didn’t take long for the dread to set in after halftime. The Oilers, “led” by the play of Steve Jackson, were folding faster than Superman on laundry day. I told my date I should probably watch the rest of the game at home, and I did so on a 19” TV.