The Heidi Bowl
I don’t know if anyone here is old enough to remember the Super Bowl game when NBC decided to cut it short, so Heidi could start on time. Fans were angry and the screams could be heard across the country.
I was reminded of Heidi last night. I was just about to see the season’s climax of my favorite show Deadwood, and it froze. I flipped through the other channels then came back to see the end of the show. Fortunately, I can see it again at my leisure, but it did not feel fair at the time.!
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It was a regular season game, not the superbowl.
You’re right.
One of the most exciting finishes in sports history was not seen on television. This football game became known as the Heidi Bowl (or Heidi Game). On November 17, 1968, the New York Jets led the Oakland Raiders 32-29, with 50 seconds to go. It was the end of the hour, and even though the score was close, NBC switched over to the movie Heidi. In the next 42 seconds, Oakland scored two touchdowns to win 43-32.
I remebered that 2 Tds were scored in the last 2 minutes, but also incorrectly beleved the 2nd TD was the game winner, not the first. I use the phrase “Remember the Heidi Bowl” to rally my freinds when my team is down by 2 TDs going into the last 2 minutes
YOU ARE SOOOO DUM!!!
what’s deadwood ????
I remember the Heidi Bowl – As a 14 year old girl from Stinkyville, Ohio I was thrilled that for once, football didn’t prevail at home. I victoriously settled in front of the TV set to watch the entire Heidi movie, while my brother and father were ranting about not being able to see the end of the game. Funny thing, though — the following year, Joe Namath became my hero and I sort of lost interest in Heidi.