I was at that game.
In 99 they lost three games, and I was at two of them.
What the hell were you doing in Detroit. Who the hell goes to Detroit.
Friend of mine was from there. He was a Lions fan so he and I and a couple other guys drove there for the game. It was about a 6 or 7 hour drive from where I lived in PA at the time.
The night before the game we went to the top of the tallest building in Detroit. It had one of those outside elevators – the kind that’s like riding in a big glass bubble. One of my friends was nervous because he was afraid of heights but we talked him into it. Apparently none of us including himself realized just how afraid of heights he was – especially when confronted with an unobstructed, panoramic view, and what that meant regarding gravity’s potential to do nasty things to his body because at about 400 ft up he turned white, became drenched with sweat, and collapsed in a fetal position at the back of the elevator. When we got to the top and the doors opened we couldn’t convince him to get up. It wasn’t until a group of people had to step over him to get on the elevator that he moved at all.
Until that the high-light of the trip had been the herd of rats that we saw frolicking in and under a dumpster outside of our hotel.