After all, I was only in Kindergarten. The following Superbowl was the first football game I ever watched in my life, but it was still years until I actually understood the game and followed the Titans.

And our family was going to a wedding. So I was getting dressed in my nice clothes when the Bills kicked the field goal. My mother saying "Well, this game is over." With all the optimism of a kid who hadn’t watched hundreds of football games and understanding probabilities I retorted "They COULD return the kickoff back for a Touchdown!" Looking back on it, it was so odd because I actually believed it could happen. I really did. If that happened today, I wouldn’t believe at all. It’s just so cool to think how my ignorance and innocence at 13 let me believe it could actually happen.

When it did I ran around the house screaming, “THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT! THEY DID IT!” My Mom nearly passed out.

The wedding was boring as shit.

(the first time, anyway, I dropped out after 2 years and went back later, but that’s a different story).

My parents lived in East Nashville, about a mile from the new stadium. We moved here from Ohio when I was 10, and we had been very excited about the prospect of an NFL team coming to town (My dad had been a Bengals fan, but was willing to root for the hometown team as long as they didn’t play Cincinnatti).

I was going to Tennessee Tech and came home on weekends to watch the games with my dad, but that weekend I had a date Friday night so I didn’t go home and watch.

Instead, I was in my dorm room, watching with my roommate.

My roommate, who was from Buffalo.

I was so pissed when Buffalo went ahead that I almost turned the TV off in frustration,. but my roomie wouldn’t let me because he’s kind of a jerk and wanted to rub it in.

Then the Miracle happened, and we sat there yelling at each other, “It was a LATERAL!” “It was an ILLEGAL FORWARD PASS!” until the review finished and the TD stood.

He didn’t talk to me again for a week, and still to this day believes it was an illegal forward pass.

And my fanhood was forever sealed, I haven’t rooted for the Bengals since.

more exactly in the 82nd Airborne at Ft. Bragg. I was with my wife (we were engaged at the time) heck we actually got married a week later. Anyway, she at the time was what you could call just a casual football fan. We had a few friends over for a BBQ and to watch football. I too remember thinking the game was over when the Bills kicked the field goal, I was staring really hard at my beer thinking I should just start drowning my misery away now.

Then the miracle happened. I was jumping up and down and hugging people like crazy while the play was happening. It seemed like the play lasted forever. My wife was looking at me somewhat crazy but she was really into the game also. Then came the replay …. after what seemed like an hour the play was ruled in our favor and the real screams came out.

My wife must not have thought I was too crazy since she married me the fowlling week.

It was just a great experience all the guys over for the BBQ turned into instant Titans fans, and my wife turned into some kind of football gruru. I remember going to another friends house for the superbowl that year but thats a whole nother story.

plus it’s none of your damn business:) But what I will tell you is that especially after witnessing the Bills come back to beat our team (evidently before any of you kids were born) in what will go down as the worst choke in NFL history…IT WAS SWEET REVENGE BABY!!!!!!Oh yeah, and I remember jumping and laughing and crying…you see…my team…FINALLY…FINALLY…was going to a friggin SUPER BOWL….I almost could NOT believe it. WOW!!!!!!

I was 15 and living in Rams/Bears country but because the Rams were so good that year, everyone was jumping on that bandwagon. My dad, a casual football fan fell into that category. I had told him that we could beat the Rams again in the Super Bowl, hell, we’d already beaten them in the regular season. But he just liked to push my buttons and argue with me.

I hung up on him and fell back into the recliner in our living room. My sister was watching with me, but even at 15 she knew better than to try and console me in that situation.

I lived in a big 2 story country house that had front steps and back steps and you can make a circle through the house by going up one and down the other. I made that round three times after the miracle. I would have made 10 if I didn’t suddenly think about my dad. As soon as the ruling was upheld, I called him back and spoke to him in a way that I would have never gotten away with in any other situation.

He got the last laugh that year. For my birthday he bought me a plaque of Dyson reaching for the goal line that said…

“St. Louis Rams: Super Bowl XXXIV Champs”

I refused to take it, so he hung it up in his house, where it is to this day.

I missed it!

After the Bills kicked the field goal, I stormed out of my house and took a walk around the block to cool off. I used to do that all of the time watching the games growing up. I would walk around and just pray that maybe when I get back … a different result would happen.

Well, I walked back into the house and turned on the tv to see them doing all of this replay stuff of only the lateral. So, I’m confused looking at the tv.

“What are they looking at?”
“What.. they got in field goal range or something?”
“Why are they so focused on this lateral play?”
“What happened at the end of the play?”
“I’m confused!!!”

Then the ref comes out and says..
“After reviewing the play, the ruling on the field stands. It was a lateral..touchdown.”

Then, I’m like “They scored a freaking touchdown???!!!”

The greatest play in their history and I missed it!!!

I don’t remember the Music City Miracle at all. But I remember the superbowl. I used to be a Rams fan because lets face it, I live in Missouri. I was rooting for the Rams all the way. Then something changed. I saw how the Titans were coming back after being down 23-6. It was amazing to see how a team could come together and fight back on the most important stage. The last play of the game. I remember when Dyson was tackled I was trying to stretch out with him.

Safe to say that if I wouldn’t have seen that one play, I would probably be a Rams fan still to this day.

and I rooted against the Titans that Superbowl. But the following season I needed a team and because of the Titans previous season I saw them a lot on TV so I chose them plus a certain running back happen to be on the cover of the first game I bought for my Playstation 2.

I wish I had been a fan of the game/team the season of the Miracle I couldn’t imagine what it would have felt to watch something like that playout but the closest thing I have to that would be this years 99 yard drive with VY and Britt game ending TD.

PK made a post about the miracle too

Never forget that day

When it happened in live-action, I was so convinced it was a forward pass that I threw my hands up in anger at that very moment and didn’t even get excited about the return because I was certain that it was meaningless. “The play was coming back,” I thought, because it was an illegal pass – “is it even possible for us to get in long FG range now in 1-2 plays?” I told my buddies the penalty was going to hurt, and we should have just been content getting a little closer.

I didn’t celebrate when they celebrated, and I had little interest in the replay, which would surely pin the Titans back too far to come back in the final seconds.

THEN…….I saw the slow-motion replay for the first time.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “that doesn’t look like a forward pass to me.”

I was happy, but hestitant, and needed to see it a few more times. With each passing replay I was convinced that – though it was very close – the pass did NOT go FORWARD. So my mind turned to the referees: what are the odds they let this stand?

My next thought was this: “These guys wouldn’t overturn the call on the field AGAINST the home team without INDISPUTIBLE evidence, would they?” I then worried they might do just that. It seemed like they were taking SOOO long, like they were trying to find a reason to call it a forward pass.

When the referee told us that the ruling stood, I was actually stunned. As an Oilers fan who watched Pittsburgh get to another Super Bowl on a bad call against the Houston Oilers, and as someone who witnessed the most ATROCIOUS calls in the Bills’ famous “comeback” game years earlier (with two TDs that should NOT have counted), I was so used to seeing bad calls go against my team. I was in disbelief.

It was a great day. No play has ever been as fun to watch – ever.

And so I go to kiss her and…

Oh, wait. Wrong miracle.

I was home from college folding my laundry in the living room. It’s all mostly a blur now, but I remember jumping around and yelling even though I was alone. Over the years, the memory has been distilled into Mike Keith’s “There are no flags on the field!”, the slow motion replay of the lateral and the smell of fabric softener.

I remember thinking, “I will never be more excited about anything else the rest of my life unless someone one day invents a phone that can email and surf the web.”

and my wife being the outstanding woman she is, gave her ticket to him so he could go to his first football game with his dad. I told her she didn’t have to do that. It had been a great season and she enjoyed it as much as me. She deserved to go to the game and he’d understand. (He’s her step-son so I didn’t want her feeling she was obligated to do that.) But it was really special to me that I was able to take him to a game.

Sitting there after the Bills field goal, I began reflecting back on the season and how fun it had been. There was no expectation of playoffs, just getting over the 8-8 hump was good enough for now. To have been able to go to my first playoff game was cool and on top of that to take my son. Yeah, I was convinced it was all coming to an end there and that was the end of the season.

Dyson ran to our endzone but on the other sideline. I listen to the radio but you can’t hear them when the plays are going and everyone is yelling. But just like that famous call how Mike Keith says, “There are No Flags On The Field!”, I was looking all up and down the field for a flag. Dyson scored the touchdown and ran along the back of it to our side of the the field and everyone just flowed down to the railing. We were standing in the aisle high fiving and hugging everyone. The look on my Son’s face was amazing. He was as much in shock as I was. Unbelievable. I’ll remember that moment for the rest of my life.

When they cut to McNair, I started crying. First time I have cried about him since he got murdered. Just seeing him so happy in that shot… the flooding memories of my childhood connection to him… it really got to me.

maybe in kindergarten? i think so. i didnt watch the game, the only football i cared about at that point were the vols games my grandpa took me in neyland stadium. today was “ravens spirit day” at my school so i came to school in regular dress code with a titans tie and a titans jacket to commemorate the event. i got a detention.

man ..im old

…and was royally pissed that we had just given that game away, was getting my stuff together and about to head down the stairs right after the kickoff. You guessed it though, I never made it! The upper deck is such a great place to see plays developing, and you could see it as soon as Dyson got the ball. My initial thought though, as he was running down the sideline, was that he needed to get out of bounds so we could kick a field goal…I’m yelling “get out of bounds!” until he hits just inside the 20 yard line at which point chaos ensued! Was jumping, yelling, hugging and giving high-fives to anyone within reach…the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever had in a lifetime of attending sporting events. The official’s review felt like it had to take an hour, and then after they confirmed that it was good, it was jumping, yelling, hugging and giving high-fives all over again. Another really cool moment I remember from that day was actually at the Preds game later that night…sometime, maybe midway thru the first period during a stoppage, the play appeared on the jumbotron and the entire arena was up for grabs! Hard to believe that it’s been 10 years….I’m so fortunate to say that I was there to witness one of the greatest plays in the history of the NFL!

i was 16 at the time i was working at wendys and i kept going back to the break room watching the game. And at the last minute of the game i took my break and sat in the break room watching the drive where the bills hit the last fg to win the game.. i was pist my boy came to the break room and said “aww dude sorry bro its over” then i start screaming my boy ran back to the break room saying “wht happen” i walk to the kitchen and screamed YEAH BABY!!!!!!! i was all loud my boss was cool he was only 20yrs old he didnt care tht iwas yelling infront of the customers… shit i’ll never forget tht… shot out to my bro tattedtitan…

I had purchased my PSL’s at the close of the regular season, so my tickets did not start until the next year. I was watching the game at home in Cleveland, TN pumped that we were leading late in the fourth and expecting the defense to stop the Bills. When they scored I too starting thinking well we had a good season and hoping the next year would be better when I would be able to attend the games. I called a friend who was also watching the game on TV and both of us were commenting on how this was something the team could build on, then hung up before the Bills kicked off. When the play unfolded I jumped off the couch yelling and screaming so that my next door neighbor (who was not a football fan, go figure) came to my door to make sure I was OK. I spent the next several minutes trying to explain what had happened and why I was carrying on. Good Times.

probably remembers my memory better than I do

My family (Mom, Dad, sister) and I were sitting in the northeast corner of the club section where we used to have season tickets. This memory is strange because it was on of the few games we went to as a family. Usually Dad would take me and two of his friends or Mom and Dad would bring another couple.

But we were all there. After the Bills kick the field goal, my mom declares the game over and goes inside to use the restroom before we leave. I vividly remember my dad saying to her that we still had a chance. So the whole time the miracle happens (the original play and the celebration after the review) my mother is in the restroom at Adelphia and misses the whole thing. When she finally returns she said she thought that there was a riot going on because we had lost the game.

Talk about poor timing! The feeling of this play is only comparable to the 2004 UT field goal kick to win over Florida in Neyland Stadium. I was lucky to see both in person. Both times I’ve hugged so many people I’d never met before and never saw again. Amazing stuff.