For me, it’s 70-21. I got hammered on my way from Chehalis to Eugene(was not the driver), yelled at some guy in a Kenny Wheaton jersey as I walked in, and then jizzed in my pants for 3.5 hours. I ran around at halftime high fiving every UW fan I could find. It was the most fun I’ve had at a sporting event. I thoroughly enjoyed going to the Pac12 championship game that year, but nothing yet has topped that game. If we pop off and win a natty in 7 days, I’ll be there, and that will top them all.
The 2016 Pac12 championship isn’t necessarily memorable for the game itself for me. Mrs Nacho and I got a pitcher of beer midday while we waited on my brother to get to the hotel. Turned into a second pitcher by time he arrived and possibly a third before getting an Uber to the stadium.
Uber shows up and it’s a relative of @PurpleBaze driving a silver Prius. Mrs Nacho takes the front seat while my 6’-5” brother and I take the back. Neither of us can sit up straight.
At the stadium, we get to our seats in some club level which means beer and whiskey are easily and quickly attainable. Mrs Nacho decides it’s a good idea to double fist and gets a shot of whiskey with her 16oz beer. We probably have 6-8 beers each and she paces herself by getting the whiskey every other round.
Game ends, we try getting an Uber and none to be had so we start walking. The Niners stadium is in a business park wasteland with hardly anything nearby. The few hotels we walk by only allow registered guests after football games. We finally get an Uber and Mrs Nacho has the driver drop us off at a nightclub/casino kinda place a block from our hotel. We get food and more beer - I’m still doing fine and get a 24oz beer, Mrs Nacho follows suit. I get my beer and realize I didn’t need to supersize it and say I probably won’t finish this. Mrs Nacho laughs at me and calls me a girl. Food arrives, she’s so drunk that half of her food ends on the table, the floor and probably the table next to us. We finish and head back to our hotel. We’re scheduled for an early flight, 8 or 9 am.
About 5:30 I wake up to the beautiful sounds of Mrs Nacho heaving into the toilet. I check on her and she tells me to go on without her. I call the airline and reschedule to a letter flight. Mrs Nacho crawls back to the bed. I tell her I rescheduled to a noon flight. She doesn’t think she’ll be ready.
I get up a little later and wander to the lobby for coffee and breakfast. Passed a bunch of gloomy @BuffBuffPass and @RuffaloSoldier fans. I keep it Nebraska classy.
I bring some toast and coffee back to the room. Mrs Nacho sees it and goes straight back to the bathroom for dry heaving.
Finally get her up and moving and to the airport. She was operating at about 19% capacity and felt ready for food so we walked through the terminal looking at the options. She grunted when she saw Smash Burger. We ate and she improved to about 20% capacity. The vomitting phase had passed, she was gonna make it.
