It was insane. I was there alone, got mobbed at half-time (and saved by a Philly fan, which basically blew my mind), got called ugly, a whore, someone said H shouldn't have married me, the people sitting next to me were super wasted and kept punching the bill of my hat any time the Cowboys did anything (they also made out a lot), and on my way back to meet my brother who picked me up, drunk men were yelling lewd things to me. I'm pretty sure my sign saved my life.
Here I am terrified Lawrence Tynes is going to miss.