I worked in a local watering hole where both white collar and blue collar folks came for lunch. This was a bar, with a small kitchen that served great lunches. A man's drinking spot where secretaries and shop girls would come to hang out with single men. This place was busy from opening until closing.
Afternoons the bar would fill up with men who discussed sports daily. One of the first bars I ever worked that had a big TV. The old Cathod-Ray Tube TV's decades before flat screens.
The loss to the Steelers in the Super Bowl was perhaps one of the worst times I ever remember. For the next six months, it seemed almost daily, the discussion would get around to that game. It was replayed at that bar and no matter if it was a middle management guy in a white shirt, or a mechanic with his name over his shirt pocket, the melt down would occur like clock work.
Once in a while a Steeler fan would come in, or a fan of any other team but Dallas, and fights almost broke out.
This was long before the internet.
The management of this board is pretty effective with keeping things civil. But even their best efforts can't thwart the rabid vitriol that flies here after a loss.
I can only imagine a Super Bowl game where Dallas loses on a bad call like what some assume the Dez non-catch call was. Reality would have to figuratively install nets around tall buildings to prevent the Jonestown-like suicides.
