I was in the 300s for that game. I was so miserable after it was over that I continued drinking, which was not necessary given how much I had to numb myself due to how bad our team was that year. I then proceeded to try and fill the void in my soul with Mighty Taco… I rode 3 hours home to Binghamton and made it 2 blocks away from my buddies house before my body finally overloaded on sadness and I puked up everything while I dangled out the door of his Honda.
At the very least, it was a memorable experience