I was watching the game from work (my blood pressure was 210/120), listened to it on the way home (with a little road rage), punished myself by watching it when I got home (praying that someone would break Brunells leg) and was screaming my ass off around midnight with those great catches by Moss. I too didnt sleep much that night, pissed at Brunell and excited that we beat the Cowboys at last. Like the old saying goes, "it aint over til the fat lady sings" and boy did she sing
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