I have a funny story about that game too. I drove up early that morning from Pittsburgh. My buddy, who lived in suburban Pittsburgh, told me probably 4-5 times, to make sure to exit after a certain exit, otherwise I would get stuck on the wrong side of the parade, and it would be really difficult to cross the parade to get to the arena.
Well, I took the wrong exit. And boy, was he right - it was really hard to cross the street on which the parade was being held. I must have walked 2-3 miles trying to figure out where I could cross. I finally managed to cross in between a few black SUVs...I look over to my right, and see our Presiden- Elect waving out of the window of one of the SUVs, and to my left, I see a guy standing atop of a pickup truck flatbed, with an automatic rifle, staring at me. I furiously point to the other side of the street and gesture that I'm simply trying to cross the street.
Never in my life did I need a pre-game beverage more than that day.
