I debated if I should even read through this thread. At first I avoided it. Now I have returned and I'm glad I did. It is at least nice to share the pain with others as we remember that night. I think I have shared my own story of that night on Gopher Hole before but if not here was my situation:
I did not yet have season tickets at that time and I was pretty heavy into my OTHER passion: walleye fishing. October/November is prime trophy time for walleyes and in those days I never missed fall FULL MOON trolling for walleyes. So, there I was... 3.5 hours north of the Twin Cities on Woman Lake in my boat, taking advantage of the full moon and I felt like I was at the crossroads of all the things that make me happy. I had clear sky, full moon, one walleye after another, and the best Gopher game I have ever heard playing on my boat radio. I was fishing with a casual Gopher fan and I remember being almost a little embarrassed about how I was going on and on about the game. I wouldn't shut up about it and I was pinching myself thinking about the Rose Bowl.
As the game turned... the fishing just became un-fun and I basically went through the motions the rest of the night. From that night forward, I have only been able to make myself fish that exact spot/reef a couple times, and even when on boat rides that pass over that spot I get flashbacks to that night.
I was so distant compared to anyone that was at that game, or even watching it on TV... but for some reason the memories are even more intense and I have had a favorite fishing spot tainted for life.