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Message: [QUOTE="Marsh01, post: 206465, member: 473"] Notre Dame game at South Bend in 2003. I had a business dinner at the Number 5 Steakhouse in Vestal with 2 clients that I could not reschedule. Seeing they were not really fans they didnt know the pain they were causing me by possibly having to miss the game. I showed up at the restaurant at like 6:45. Apparently it was either Fat Tuesday or some stupid drinking holiday thing that was going on. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer and hoped I could at least convince these 2 guys that we should have drinks before we sat down. Anything to watch some of the game. As luck would have it, they never showed up until 7:30. Throw in them talking to people they knew for another 15 minutes I managed to watch the entire first half. The restaurant has a second level and of course we ended up there with not a TV in sight. As I am walking to my table I see a kid I graduated high school with that I had not seen in like 10 years. Huge SU fan. We BS'ed for a minute and he told me he was on a business dinner as well and it was killing him that he could not watch the game either. We then decided that we would take turns checking on the score and give each other hand signals. Ten minutes later he made his move and went down stairs to the bar. Came back up and flashed me the we are up 4 sign. Well 5 minutes later I had to "use the can" and went to the bar. I remember I ran down the stairs so fast I almost bit it and literally had to leap down the last 3 stairs all at once otherwise I was going down. The hostess looked at me like I was a deranged lunatic. Came back up and gave him the sign. Now its his turn and he came back up and gave me the up 3 sign. Now its my turn again. Well how many times can you use the excuse that you have to piss? I then intentionally spilled water on my lap, called myself an idiot and excused myself to use the bathroom. My friend was watching from his table and had a hard time not laughing out loud at what I had done. I slowly went down the stairs and caught the score. Up 4 with a few minutes left. Back upstairs I go and give him the signal. I realize that I will not be able to watch the end and he would have to make one last run downstairs. He got up and went downstairs and was down there like 10 minutes. I am sitting at the table, sweating and wondering if we went to OT or what the hell was happening. He finally came back upstairs and gave me the we won sign. I quietly celebrated to myself by clenching my fists together under the table and finished the dinner. [/QUOTE]

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