I took little ocker for his first taste of the dome on Saturday.
He's been to numerous games at the G in his 10 years thus far - everyone of them ending in a loss (was starting to think he was my bad luck tiki - ala Peter Brady in Hawaii...sad...very sad...).
Anyway, Iittle Ock is usually pretty subdued -maybe that's just the conditioning from past experiences but I tell you what, that last 30 minutes unleashed a monster!!
Pre-emotive devastation turned into bedlam - nuts!!
It really was a remarkable experience to be there - haven't heard / felt a roar like that since the '95 second semi when we hit the front in the 3rd quarter.
Walking out of the dome on Saturday night, little chest puffed out swinging his scarf above his head, the penny finally dropped.
My work is done....