Of all people, I should get to have more than one, right?
1 - The most pissed I've ever been was after the 2006 Egg Bowl in Oxford. No reason we should have lost that game, plus there was this disgusting fat old man next to me, whose face was covered in nacho cheese and spittle, who started out the game yelling "GO TO HELL REDNECKS!!! GO TO HELL COW COLLEGE!!!" as the team ran out. I had Dr. Jack turned up so loud in my left ear to drown the bastard out that my ear rang after the game. He was so bad that my wife, the Ole Miss fan, said to me at one point in the 3rd or 4th quarter that she hoped State would win just to shut him up. After that loss, I went back to the Grove in a fog of hate and sat in my little canvas chair as the world circled around me.
2 - Kentucky, 2005. Let me preface this by saying that the Thursday night before the game, my future wife and I set out to drive to Lexington. As we got to Newton, we got a call that her grandfather had a massive stroke and was at the hospital. So we turned around and went back to Jackson, where her sainted grandfather passed away. At this point I had no intention of going to the game, but when Saturday morning rolled around, my future wife and my future in-laws literally threw me out of the house and told me to go to the game. This was at 8:00 in the morning, Central Time, in Jackson, with a 7:00 PM Eastern kickoff time, in Lexington, KY. I broke speed laws in four states that day, arriving at Commonwealth Stadium with about 30 minutes to spare. What I saw when I got there was the worst example of Sylvester Crxxm xffense I'd ever seen. He literally forgot for most of the 2nd and 3rd quarters of the game that we actually had Jerious Norwood on our team. Two straight quarters, #12 did not get the ball. There was ****** officiating as well, and ultimately Brandon Thornton scored in the 3rd quarter to get the zero off State's scoreboard, and MSU lost 13-7. I was so pissed I actually left early (the only time in 116 games), which gave me the opportunity to lock eyes with Rocky D. Goode and give him the one-finger salute as the referee van sped by on my way back to the car. Got in the car, got gas somewhere on the outskirts of Lexington (where a UK fan said something to me about how bad the refereeing was), and made it to Nashville before being ordered by the future Mrs. VH to stop somewhere. Slept three hours at a Red Roof Inn, and got back to Jackson by 10:30 the next morning. Again, let me say, thank YOU, Sylvester Croom.
[I may come back and add a couple more later]