I was watching it on the couch downstairs at my parents house with my dad. I will never forget that last hour of that game. I don't remember the specific plays and everything that happened, most of those have faded from memory, but I certainly remember the highs and lows that every KSU fan went through.
After it was over, I feel to my knees and shed a few tears, while hearing my sister upstairs cheering/yelling (she was 12 and thought it was cool to like ku, and therefore root against KSU because I liked KSU). At that point, I seriously had to hold myself back from going upstairs and killing her, right then and there.
It still burns and depresses me when I think about that game. Right now, i'm sitting in my 6x6 grey jail cell at work and want to ball up and cry
