My worst came during the 1995 SWC finale against the sips, which I attended with my dad. I hope I am remembering this right, but I think it was Leeland McElroy who broke into the open field on a long run. Now that was the season that opened with A&M ranked #3, but we had lost back to back games against Colorado and Tceh to end any thoughts of a national title. And McElroy had been hurt in that game against Colorado and was unable to really overcome that injury for the remainder of the season. Ordinarily if McElroy got into the open field, he was GONE. But not on this night. A sip caught him and came about as close to making a horse-collar tackle (which I'm not sure was even on the rule books then) as he could.
At that moment I lost it. A slew of profane words came out of my mouth, very loud and very embarrassing. As soon as I let loose with those words, which I will not repeat here, I was looking for the deepest and darkest hole that I could crawl into. After a few minutes of stewing and calming down, I apologized to everyone standing near me.
The only other vocalized frustration I have displayed since then came in about 2002 when our kicker missed a few extra points against Tceh. This is the game where we kicked to Wes Welker and he burned us, but those missed kicks were the difference. I remember walking down the ramps with my brother-in-law, I was cussing that kicker and RC Slocum and probably the players and my brother-in-law told me to hush.
Those are my biggest two public blow-ups. Now here in my house, well, probably too many to count. My wife is always ready for the season to be over, especially lately with all these November melt-downs we have witnessed.