Go Blazers! Go Blazers! Go Broncos!

The game was coming down to the final seconds, with the local team making a last-ditch offensive effort to get back into contention for a possible win.

And just like that, Boise State ran that really sweet play and scored a touchdown.

Oh, right, and moments earlier, the Blazers had lost to the Celtics. No big deal. The group of fans gathered around the Rose Garden TVs had already moved on. Screw the Blazers. Another loss. Right.

The Fiesta Bowl was almost over, and the undefeated Broncos of Boise State sent the game to overtime on an amazing play that fired up the group of disgruntled Portland fans.

There wasn't much to like about the Portland game, except some sweet plays by ... the Celtics. And there was a female official, who earned a lot of boos for calls that didn't suck, and for at least one that did. The ones who called her out just because she's not a man are obviously idiots. But the guy behind me upped the ante when, instead of booing, he said to his companion, "bless her heart," indicating that she should be held to a lower standard because she's ... a she.

Oh, my.

But back the important stuff.

The first overtime started, and a few fans stayed in the Rose Garden, hoping to watch the game play out. But moments after the Sooners drove into the endzone on the fist play of the overtime, the TVs went black. The crowd was angry. We wondered who to punch. Many of us spun an angry 360 degrees scanning for event staff people, who were softly scurrying away to avoid being caught up in an angry mob.

So Brother Chris and I made for the Max line, where we found ourselves standing right where some birds made a habit of dropping shit. A friendly Portlander noted the error, and everyone had a chuckle and moved a few feet to the left.

On the train, I grabbed my cell phone to follow the game. Boise State 1st and 10. Second down. Third down. Fourth down. Touchdown! Tie game! Time out. They went for two! It's good! It's over! They won! I told Chris and readied to put my Katana phone back in my pocket. Seconds later, a guy further down the train announced the win to everyone. I scooped him, but I failed in my duties as a broadcaster.

We hadn't even made it over the bridge.