We had about 10 of us in total, some drove out Friday night after work and some left Saturday morning. Saturday afternoon, we went to the Festival at Stampede Park for a bit before heading Bomber House. Was hoping for another Bob Cameron planking demo since we missed the one on Friday but no such luck - still had a blast even though it was crazy packed and you could barely move.
Took the C-train to the game and I don't ever remember being that nervous before - certainly not for a sporting event. I think I had one beer the entire game and I couldn't take my eyes off the field for a second. I distinctly remember watching Harris pre-game and seeing how fired up he was. I need to re-watch the game because it's a bit of blur now except for how I felt and the Hansen hit (I can still hear that sound, clear as day) . The nerves didn't leave until the 4th quarter - only to be replaced by disbelief. Was this really happening after 29 years, and I'm here to see it live? I definitely shed a few tears when the game ended and we stuck around to celebrate with the other Bomber fans & players. Sheed was still out there well after the rest of the team went to the locker room and we were yelling at him to go celebrate with the boys. We went to some random pub to meet up with the rest of our group & get some food and drinks. It still felt (and still does to an extent) surreal and we couldn't believe the streak was over. Best road trip I've ever taken.