Originally Posted by wheels
You know what really sucks about that last playoff game?
I didn't even get to watch it. I had to work.
If I had known that it would be my last chance to see playoff football for fifteen years, I would have called off.
Thank God for Marvin Lewis is right.
I was in England for the first day. I was there for a British Military language school (Arabic). We literally stepped off the plane that afternoon. I ran into a dude I knew at DLI when I was learning German. We decided we were going to find a place to watch that game.
We were in Beaconsfield. A pretty rural area west of London. The British enlisted club had no ability to show the playoff games (they'd show the Giants-Bills superbowl a few weeks later though). So we asked around. We found out that there was an American Air Force installation in High Wycombe a short distance away. We got directions to the train station and headed over there. We ended up finding the place. Found the club on base and headed in. No luck. They weren't showing the playoff games. So we asked around some more. Turns out there's an American Naval facility in West Ruislip a few towns east of where we were. Back to the train station we went.
(interesting sidebar: British do not refer to 'restrooms' as 'restrooms'; my friend asked one of the few people we saw, it was Sunday evening and traffic was light, where the restroom was. They were befuddled and asked if he was tired).
So we make it to West Ruislip. We look around, but again can not find a place that will have the game on. We finally find somebody that knows for sure where the game will be shown. The US Naval Embassy, downtown London. Back to the train station.
We had asked about how to find the Naval Embassy from the person we talked to in West Ruislip. I don't remember having a particularly difficult time finding it. We showed our ID cards and they let us in without any hassle. The game was on in what I remember being a basement cafeteria. The game was blah. I don't remember the specifics of it much, but just a general frustration with the performance that day.
After the game we went back out and wandered around London for a bit. We headed down to the tube station and were quite surprised to find that they were closed for the night (seems is was around 1AM London time). Well. That's going to be a problem. Maybe the trains are still running? Nope. No luck there either. Classes start at 8 AM. We are, apparently stranded in London. No "chain of command" as there are just 20 American students (no officers) and an as yet unknown British military "way" of doing things. We ended up, after carefully considering our options, hailing a taxi and paying the $100 bucks or so in fares back to Beaconsfield. We were a bit concerned that we would get in serious trouble if we didn't make it back.
Maybe I'm the Bengals goat. Maybe they'll never make the playoffs until I make it back to that Naval Embassy. I'm taking donations.