In those days I didn't allow anyone to watch the games with me. yeah, some superstition... but also... I didn't want to talk to anyone during games, at all... I was too invested in the games.
So I saw the Waddy catch while alone in my living room. My wife was next door at my parents house. I was alone but far from still.... I watched the game while pacing, jumping, shouting... gesturing wildly... praying to the football gods, genuflecting.... I was a wreck.
When Waddy scored my phone starting ringing off the hook... yes, phones had hooks in those days. Not a chance in HELL I was going to answer that phone.... I knew it was my wife wanting to celebrate BUT... and as you well know, that game was not over after the TD.... time remained...... can't remember for sure how much time but I can say it felt like a decade.
I think I was stumbling around muttering, "you're killing me God... killing me.... I can't take this".... as the time remaining ticked off.
Final gun.... I burst out of the house.... my parent's house was across the road, maybe 400' or so.... my wife came running out of my parents house... we met in the middle of the road. I remember falling down and doing that Curly from the 3 Stooges move where he spins in circles while on the ground... not a wise move on pavement.... yikes the road rash.... but I didn't care. I was feeling no pain.
I can't honestly say Waddy's TD was the Ram's moment I most celebrated... in fact I know it wasn't 'most'.... that designation pertains to many games, plays, over the years.... and they're all tied.
