Thanks for this post. I haven't been to a game in way too long and reading this really gave me an idea of how exciting it must have been to be there for this one. There was no band (or dickheads booing) in my living room. At halftime it was like 6 am my time Sunday morning. Somewhere between drunk and hung over, I got pretty excited during the comeback but it wasn't like I could or even felt like screaming my head off like I'm sure I would have if I were there.
BTW, I think it's K-O-G-E-R.