I'm exhausted, and it's not only because it's 6:30 AM and I've been going all night.I've heard, in many different situations, people say they're emotionally spent, but I don't think I ever experienced that feeling until this game. Un-freaking-believable. The Steelers should have lost - (oh yes, they should have) - but they didn't. Ben lost this game (oh yeah, he did) - but in the end he didn't. The defense blew it when it counted (yep, I saw it) - but somehow, someway, some mysterious force pushed that kick wide. The Steelers didn't lose.My question:Where were you at when Brien missed "The Kick"? Pissed, spent, surprised (although not shocked), angry, psychotic, delirious, and at the point of surrendering to the thought of another heart-breaker, as they called Brien on the field, I walked out of my game room, away from the party, and joined my miserable self on my steps in the driveway in front of the garage. I *knew* I wasn't going to hear anything.... there would be no noise.....no cheers.....the game was over.....no way in H ELL he was going to miss again. So there I sat, drunk and hating the world (and thinking how sad it is that the Steelers have such an influence on my emotional well-being), with my head being supported in the hands in my lap. I waited.....listened....waited. Nothing. Thoughts start going through my head It’s over....... Son of a ------. To be this excited - Friday night was MY xmas eve - and to have us lose this game like THIS....we were driving the ball in the 4th....they couldn't move it against us.....Roethlisberger.....you'll be great, but you killed us....I was SO confident. I knew anything could happen....the Jets *could* win....but not like this. Not with the picks. Not with a Bettis fumble. Curse, slam, punch, curse, curse, curse, curse, curse. The house is quiet. F U see kay mother F you see kayers. F UThen I hear it. My house. My gameroom. IT EXPLODES. In a split second, I fly into the garage, bust through the door, run over the damn cat, bust through the gameroom door, dance a dance I've never danced before, and I think I might have kissed a guy or two. Seriously, this can't be happening.I GOTTA FEELING...It was ugly, UGLY, but they won the game. Everything "they" say about us this week will be true. Rothlisberger choked. He lost us the game. The defense let them drive into field goal range at the end of regulation by allowing two huge runs. They should have lost us this game. The Steelers made too many mistakes. Offense, defense....too many mistakes.But guess what?The team that makes the least mistakes usually wins. I don't care if Mawae would have made the mistake that made them lose, or if Pennington would have, or if Ellis would have, or Vilma or Hackett or Edwards or whoever. The fact is that a player on the Jets made the bigger of the mistakes, and the Steelers won. Lucky? Maybe. But don't tell that to Jeff Reid. Congrats to the Jets for giving me the "football watching" ride of my life. I actually feel for the Jet fans. But with that said.... :stillers: