Barbara Castiglione’s eyes filled with tears as the last moments of Super Bowl XXVIII aired on the three TVs at The Scoreboard bar.
“I think I’m going to cry,” the young woman, who was wearing a Buffalo Bills cap and jacket, remarked.
She cautiously removed her cap and gave it to Chuck Weed, who had on a hoodie from Syracuse University.
She declared, “Chuck owns the cap.” “I lost a bet…”
Weed attempted to light the Bills cap on fire with a cigarette lighter.
“Burn, baby, burn,” Weed bellowed in a demonic voice.
Then he revealed a Dallas Cowboys T-shirt by pulling up his SU sweatshirt.
Wearing a Bills outfit as well, Jennifer LaRose scoffed, “See, I knew he was nothing but a lowlife Cowpoke fan.”
Castiglione gave LaRose a hug and attempted to comfort her.
But the cap didn’t catch fire.
A wag from the bar yelled, “It can’t be a Thurman Thomas model cap because the cap won’t self-destruct.”
Naturally, Thomas is the Buffalo running back who fumbled badly for the second consecutive Super Bowl.
Following the Cowboys’ decisive 30-13 victory over the Bills, the majority of the eighty-person Super Bowl party departed before the game concluded.
“So, another one is lost,” Tom Lipiska remarked.
“The only thing that irritates me is how much I detest that big-mouth Jimmy Johnson, the Dallas coach.
“However, our Bills are comparable to the Syracuse Orangemen. In the big games, they usually falter.”
