Originally Posted by
Canary10
The year of the losing streak, I somehow, without fail, managed to miss seeing any goal we scored at home (which wasn't many). I'd go get a beer, some food, whatever and bam, we'd score. People around me started telling me to stay in the concourse during games it got so bad. So....the day of the game against Philly, I was feeling sick. It got progressively worse as the day went on. I almost decided not to go to the game, but my wife started calling me a baby so I went with her. As the game and the nil-nil draw wore on, I was feeling more and more nauseous. Finally, in the last ten minutes or so I had to make a run to the washroom. As cold sweat dripped down my face, I vomited into the toilet like 3 times. Then, while kneeling on the BMO concrete in the washroom with my head in the toilet, I heard the crowd go absolutely crazy. I was like, fuck we scored and I missed it again. I wiped the puke from around my mouth and ran out and looked out to the pitch. I just caught a glimpse of Koef coming back from being in the middle of the RPB section celebrating after he scored that goal to end the streak. I figured some supernatural force had made me sick to get me out of the stands to allow Danny to score the winner and end that damn 0-9 streak.