Sat behind the Pats bench, 3rd row, exactly on the 25 (far left as you look at the TV screen).
Place was rocking at two hours before the game, and fans were screaming themselves hoarse during warm-ups as faces of players were flashed on the big screens during warm-ups.
We (Vonne and I) were sitting with a bunch of original season ticket holders from the 1984 season (after Irsay had snuck the franchise out of Baltimore during the previous winter), so these people had waited 22 years for this day (first home AFC championship, which is big as it gets for any home crowd).
When Pats scored easily at first, you could sense some angst. Then we got the FG and felt okay. Then the Pats march again and we're all getting far more nervous, but the intense yelling during the Pats offensive plays doesn't abate whatsoever (we stood for the entire game in our section).
Then Peyton immediately follows up with the INT for TD and we're down 21-3.
That was definitely the low-point.
Then we drive and come up with just an FG before half, and the long-timer next to me comes back at kickoff with AFC Champs T-shirt he just bought. Now that's optimistic at 21-6 down!
I told wife that first drive would either indicate big adjustment (their corners were shutting down the outside lanes on Harrison and Wayne very well, so you sort of expected more over-the-middle stuff to backs and TE) or signal a very long game.
Fortunately the former was true, and TE Clark started to kill the Pats over the middle.
So it was 3 TDs in a row for us, with first two tying Pats at 21 (with a 2-point thrown in) and third getting us even again at 28 following that bad call on Gaffney's back-of-endzone catch for Pats (he had stepped OOB just prior to jumping up for the catch--or so we fans judged).
Both times Pats got back ahead at 28 and 31, they had big KO returns, which just killed us all night (the special teams), so there was this feeling we could only overcome that so many times and we'd run out of luck.
But Manning was brilliant, even as Wayne and Harrison were clearly subpar most of the night, so he gets huge credit. He was pressured on many of his throws and got hit a lot, but he is such a joy to watch, especially all that audibilizing he does.
The last drive for the TD was a thing of beauty, naturally, sending the place into a frenzy.
Today my throat is pretty blown out and my ears still ring some. Being in the third row was magnificent, because so much of the game was right smack in front of us (we often had to duck to look under moving camera-guy's line-of-scrimmage platform).
Additional bit: row behind us was all Pats fans who bought, like I did, great season tix from locals (Colts fans known as soft touch on that, and I think because it's a lot of money for people around here). They were unbearable from the start, loudly proclaiming how the Pats would whip us and how we were all chokers and what not. At 21-3 they were calling friends on phones and bragging in advance of the partying they'd be doing all night, and cautioning each other out loud not to celebrate too much in the 2nd quarter when they'd be so busy in the 4th. They also took turns guessing how bad the final score would be.
I tell you, it was hard to silently take it all in.
Boy, were they all silent as soon as the opening 3rd quarter drive began. From that point on only whispering among themselves. They slinked out at the end, leaving us to the celebration.
Psyched that it'll be Indiana v. Illinois. Frantic couple of weeks foreseen. Many bragging rights up in the air.
Really hope Colts get the title. Last one here was ABA in '73, so the state is due