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1 hour ago, HtownHorn said:

I remember rushing the field against Virginia after Phil's 50-yard kick into the wind. I think that was the last time it happened.

I was at that game (upper deck) and don't really remember a big field rush (although there very well could have been) but wasn't that back in the day when fans use to always go down on the astroturf after home games regardless?  I remember playing catch on that turf post-game as a kid numerous times in the late 80's and 90's.  Don't recall a field rush like Tech or what we saw this weekend.

It's only a matter of time before there is a really ugly incident.  Drunk college students + pissed off athletes is a fucking recipe for disaster.  What would have happened if there happened to have been a Texas player that saw that Jackass shove Ovie and was within striking distance?  That fucker would have had his ass handed to him and it could have gone downhill from there.

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2 minutes ago, Skipper said:

I was at that game (upper deck) and don't really remember a big field rush (although there very well could have been) but wasn't that back on the day when fans use to always go down on the astroturf after home games regardless?  I remember playing catch on that turf post-game as a kid numerous times in the late 80's and 90's.  Don't recall a field rush like Tech or what we saw this weekend.

It's only a matter of time before there is a really ugly incident.  Drunk college students + pissed off athletes is a fucking recipe for disaster.  What would have happened if there happened to have been a Texas player that saw that Jackass shove Ovie and was within striking distance?  That fucker would have had his ass handed to him and it could have gone downhill from there.

IIRC the UVA game was parent’s weekend, so it was a little less rowdy than normal.

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2 minutes ago, royiv said:

Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Yeah, I thought about that as soon as I typed it.  I keep forgetting we're coming to the SEC with a great economy and lotsa endowment/belmont cash...but in the end, we got the same percentage of backwards dumbasses they do.

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i mean yeah, whatever, don't shove some dumb bitch running around where she shouldn't be...but this guy is cracking the fuck up about tennessee fans acting sanctimonious about behavior at neyland stadium.

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they had to delay the finish of a game for christ's sake.

 

tennessee is probably the trashiest fan base on the planet besides maybe tech. 

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2 hours ago, VirginiaLonghorn said:

… and threw it in the river.  The Army Corps of Engineers should fine Tennessee for removing that hazard in a public waterway.

@burntorangebongos they went into the River, then the admin sent out a go fund me for new ones, because, oops, you need them for the next game.  Third rate program. 
 

https://volstarter.utk.edu/s/1341/utk/volstarter/interior.aspx?sid=1341&gid=2&pgid=19075

 

 

 

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1 hour ago, YGIFS said:

She shouldn't be there, but you can't assault a woman in the head because you don't like where she's standing.  That's not how standing works. 

The saddest part is I read a few twitter comments.  Most Alabama fans aren't condoning him, but are saying she's also at fault because SEC rules prohibit fans from rushing the field.  So that negates the assault allegations against the Bama player.  They think SEC law overrides state criminal statutes.  

We are joining the dumbest fucking people (this is just one of thousands of examples).  Not that the Big XII was the Ivy League, but now we gotta grin and pretend our intellectual honesty stops at their intellectual tragedy.

To be fair, we're leaving a conference that has no problem with a school that ignored rampant multi-year criminal sexual assault from their players and largely placed the blame on outside forces. Not to mention OU, KState, Iowa St., Kansas, and WVU all have acceptance rates over 85%. Not exactly the cream walking around those campuses. Find your peers among Vandy, Florida and Georgia alums and you can all laugh at the rest of the redneck rabble.

1 hour ago, Loop 1604 said:

Tapping someone on the head is assault? 

 

The only relevant question. Looks like under TN law, he maaaaaayyyybeeee might fall under the last form. But I doubt it. Otherwise, no injury known and she didn't see it coming so no apprehension. Make him run some extra gassers.

Simple Assault

Under Tennessee law, a person commits simple assault if any of the following factors exist:

  • The individual recklessly, knowingly, or intentionally caused bodily injury to another party.

  • The individual recklessly, knowingly, or intentionally caused another party to fear that bodily injury was imminent.

  • The individual recklessly, knowingly, or intentionally had physical contact with another party that a reasonable person would find provocative or offensive.

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2 minutes ago, Dbeasy said:

Me and friends as kids would rush the field at Memorial after games. We’d take a football down with us and start playing a game. It was not stupid. It was glorious. 

that's not rushing the field.  there's seems to be some real confusion over this that is rather unbelievable.

prior to the installation of the grass in 1996, memorial stadium often had an open field after games.  meaning that after the game was over and the players had generally vacated the field, the field was opened up to any fans that wanted to go on.  that's what happened after the uva game (i was at the game an 15 at the time and remember wandering around afterwards).  the astroturf was so compressed an shitty anyway, it did not matter so people (especially those with kids who wanted to throw the football on the field) would be allowed on.

this is not the same as thousands of dumbshit, drunk college kids instantly rushing the field the moment the game ends (or before in some cases) creating a dangerous situation for those involved in the game including players and refs...as well as the dumbass students as well.  look at the post-game video at tech where one of our players was targeted and unexpectedly shoved by a complete fucking pussy piece of shit.  no doubt that all the suburban dipshit kids who couldn't strap up for one second are taunting and talking shit to guys who just went through four hours of full blown physical and emotional beatdown.  not. a. good. idea.

it's going to go badly soon.

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i mean yeah, whatever, don't shove some dumb bitch running around where she shouldn't be...but this guy is cracking the fuck up about tennessee fans acting sanctimonious about behavior at neyland stadium.
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they had to delay the finish of a game for christ's sake.
 
tennessee is probably the trashiest fan base on the planet besides maybe tech. 

Haha, no. Not even close. Go to an Ohio State game.
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51 minutes ago, Skipper said:

 

It's only a matter of time before there is a really ugly incident.  Drunk college students + pissed off athletes is a fucking recipe for disaster...

Yeah I remember that video from last year when those two WR's from OU FAFO'd in that bar bathroom.

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1 minute ago, Nivek said:


Haha, no. Not even close. Go to an Ohio State game.

you know, there are few times on the football board where i read a post contradicting something i said where i think to myself, "holy shit, what was i thinking, this dude is completely right."  this is one of those moments.  my bad.

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1 hour ago, royiv said:

Those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

First and foremost....get the fuck out of here with that bullshit.

 

Second, looks like he more or less took a swipe at her phone.....much ado about nothing:

 

EDIT...somehow overlooked @CowboyFred post

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21 minutes ago, sidis said:

that's not rushing the field.  there's seems to be some real confusion over this that is rather unbelievable.

prior to the installation of the grass in 1996, memorial stadium often had an open field after games.  meaning that after the game was over and the players had generally vacated the field, the field was opened up to any fans that wanted to go on.  that's what happened after the uva game (i was at the game an 15 at the time and remember wandering around afterwards).  the astroturf was so compressed an shitty anyway, it did not matter so people (especially those with kids who wanted to throw the football on the field) would be allowed on.

this is not the same as thousands of dumbshit, drunk college kids instantly rushing the field the moment the game ends (or before in some cases) creating a dangerous situation for those involved in the game including players and refs...as well as the dumbass students as well.  look at the post-game video at tech where one of our players was targeted and unexpectedly shoved by a complete fucking pussy piece of shit.  no doubt that all the suburban dipshit kids who couldn't strap up for one second are taunting and talking shit to guys who just went through four hours of full blown physical and emotional beatdown.  not. a. good. idea.

it's going to go badly soon.

These weak ass $100K fines or whatever aren't doing anything to resolve the issue.  TN fucking fundraised and made money off of it.  Power 5 conference should make it known next year a minimum $1MM fine that goes up from there if any contact made to members of opposing team.   The shit at Tech and TN is beyond stupid.  Nobody on opposing sideline should have to deal with that.   If they need to hire more cops/security to enforce it so be it.  But the schools need to control this problem instead of flat out encouraging it like at garbage administrations at Tech and TN

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2 hours ago, n64ra said:

That was in the Alamodome not at home. 1990 Houston is the answer if only using the AP Poll and Wikipedia as the source.

 

How many attempts have we had since then?

  • 1992 aggy
  • 1994 CU
  • 2006 tOSU
  • 2014 TCU
  • 2022 Bama

(2019 LSU was surprisingly #6.)

No it wasn’t, that win was at DKR.  I was there and remember it well.  We then went on to lose to Nebraska in the B12 championship in the Alamodome that year (the only time we ever lost to Nebraska during their entire B12 run).  

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18 minutes ago, Horn Dogg said:

No it wasn’t, that win was at DKR.  I was there and remember it well.  We then went on to lose to Nebraska in the B12 championship in the Alamodome that year (the only time we ever lost to Nebraska during their entire B12 run).  

This is correct.

Remember when Bevo took a dump in the Nebraska end zone as the Silver Spurs led him out of the stadium? 
That was awesome…

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I witnessed a couple of dozen individuals rush the field at Legion Field when Gene Stallings’ 1991(?) Alabama team ended a 5 or 6 year consecutive losing streak vs Pat Dye’s Auburn teams. Bham PD had those punks zip tied and sitting in the South end zone in five minutes. Showed a lot more tenacity and quickness than any of our defensive backs did Saturday, I tell you what. Burton acted a fool and should be punished. Mass rushing the field will result in multiple injuries and deaths eventually, somewhere other than Tajikistan.

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3 hours ago, Skipper said:

 

It's only a matter of time before there is a really ugly incident.  Drunk college students + pissed off athletes is a fucking recipe for disaster.  

It’s happening at Michigan @ Ohio state this year. Should be an Ohio state W, and you know the buckeye fans will rush the field and you know how fucking trashy those people are. Add in the rivalry factor and it could be very bad.

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35 minutes ago, Helobious said:

It’s happening at Michigan @ Ohio state this year. Should be an Ohio state W, and you know the buckeye fans will rush the field and you know how fucking trashy those people are. Add in the rivalry factor and it could be very bad.

They've rushed the field many times after beating Michigan without incident.  

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So, for this of us who were there in 1990 ... the loudest home game I have ever been to! (been going since 1977)

We exorcised some demons that night.

And the dulcet tones of Wally Pryor yelling out, "Some one get those idiots off the goal posts!" was greatness.

 

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It's not a new phenomenon just that cameras are there to record shenanigans.  It's not like there wasn't shoving 20 years ago.  I don't think 50-100k people can move anywhere quickly without shoving, and I don't even mean player related.  You don't think a Tennessee fan inadvertently or advertently knocked another fan on their ass?  I'm fine with it going bye bye for those reasons, but this talk of devolving into multiple deaths is a stretch.  The field rushing done today isn't any more violent than the one done 20+ years ago.

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2 hours ago, Helobious said:

It’s happening at Michigan @ Ohio state this year. Should be an Ohio state W, and you know the buckeye fans will rush the field and you know how fucking trashy those people are. Add in the rivalry factor and it could be very bad.

Michigan gonna beat the fuck out of Ohio State at home. 

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28 minutes ago, immamac said:

Michigan gonna beat the fuck out of Ohio State at home. 

i'll wager you my burnt ends subscription for next year on this proclamation.  won't even hold you to the "beat the fuck out of" element of it.  just straight up.

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8 hours ago, n64ra said:

That was in the Alamodome not at home. 1990 Houston is the answer if only using the AP Poll and Wikipedia as the source.

 

How many attempts have we had since then?

  • 1992 aggy
  • 1994 CU
  • 2006 tOSU
  • 2014 TCU
  • 2022 Bama

(2019 LSU was surprisingly #6.)

 

On 4/1/2018 at 3:10 AM, HOOK'EMHOOAH said:

Texas Football Fan's Diary

A chronology of events for Saturday, December 4, 1999, and the early morning hours of Sunday, December 5, 1999:

6:00 AM - Arise, play the Eyes of Texas and Texas Fight at full-freaking blast

6:20 AM - Get in car, drive to New Braunfels

7:30 AM - Tee off (me and a buddy were the FIRST tee-time of the morning)

8:50 AM - Turn 9 (crack open first beer)

8:53 AM - Crack open second beer

8:58 AM - Crack open...(you get the idea)

10:30 AM - Finish 18 (holes, as well as beers), sign scorecard for smoooooth 95

10:35 AM - Headed for San Antonio

10:50 AM - Buy three 18-packs for pre- and post-game festivities

11:10 AM - We decide we don't have enough booze, so we double-back to a liquor store and buy the good
ol' 750 ml plastic bottle "Traveler" Jim Beam

11:50 AM - Arrive at the tailgate spot. Awesome day. Not a single cloud in the sky. About 70 degrees.

11:55 AM - I decide that we're going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

11:56 AM - I tell my first Nebraska fan to go fuck himself.

12:15 PM - The UT band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. We’re on the second floor of a two-story parking garage on the corner (a couple hundred of us). We're hooting and hollering like wild men. The band doubles back to the street right below us and serenades us with Texas Fight and The Eyes of Texas. AWESOME MOMENT.

12:25 PM - In the post-serenade serendipity, 50-100 grown men are bumping chests with one another, each and every one of them now secure and certain of the fact that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

1:00 PM - The Nebraska band walks by on the way to the Alamodome. Again, we hoot and holler like wild men. Again, the band doubles back and stops right below us to serenade us, this time, however, with the Nebraska fight songs. *Although somewhat impressed by their spirit and verve, we remain convinced that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska.

1:30 PM - I begin the walk to the Alamodome, somehow managing to stuff the "Traveler" and 11 cans of beer into my pants.

1:47 PM - I am in line surrounded by Nebraska fans. They are taunting me. I am taunting back, still certain that we are going to kick the shit out of Nebraska. I decide to challenge a particularly vocal Nebraska fan to play what I now call and will forever be remembered as "Cell-Phone Flop Out." Remember flop out for a dollar? The rules are similar. I tell this Nebraska jackass that if he’s so confident in his team, he should "flop out" his cell phone RIGHT NOW and make plane reservations to Phoenix for the Fiesta Bowl. And then I spoke these memorable words: "And not those damn refundable tickets, either! You request those non-refundable, non-transferable sons-of-bitches!" He backs down. He is unworthy. I call Southwest Airlines and buy two tickets to Phoenix, non-refundable and non-transferable. Price: $712. He is humbled. He lowers his head in shame. I raise my cell phone in triumph to the cheers of hundreds of Texas fans. I am KING and these are my subjects. I distribute the 11 beers in my pants to the cheering
masses. I RULE the pre-game kingdom.

 

2:34 PM - Kickoff. Brimming with confidence, I open the Traveler and pour my first stiffy.

2:45 PM - I notice something troubling: Nebraska is big. Nebraska is fast. Nebraska is very pissed off at Texas.

3:01 PM - The first quarter mercifully ends. 9 yards total offense for Texas. Zero first downs for Texas. I'm still talking shit. I pour another stiffy from the Traveler.

3:36 PM - Four minutes to go in the first half: the Traveler is a dead soldier. I buy my first $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants. While I am standing in line, a center snap nearly decapitates Major Applewhite and rolls out of the end zone. Safety.

3:56 PM - Halftime score: Nebraska 15, Texas 0. I wish I had another Traveler.

4:11 PM - While urinating next to a Nebraska fan in the bathroom at halftime, I attempt to revive the classic Brice-ism from the South Bend bathroom: "Hey, buddy, niiiiiiiiice cock." He is not amused.

4:21 PM - I buy my 2nd and 3rd $5 beer from the Alamodome merchants.. I share my beer with two high school girls sitting behind me. Surprisingly, they are equipped with a flask full of vodka. I send them off to purchase Sprites, so that we may consume their vodka. I have not lost faith. Nebraska is a bunch of pussies.

4:51 PM - No more vodka. The girls sitting behind me have fled for their lives. I purchase two more $5 beers from the Alamodome merchants.

5:18 PM - Score is Nebraska 22, Texas 0. I am beginning to lose faith. This normally would trouble me, but I am too drunk to see the football field.

5:27 PM - I call Southwest Airlines: "I'm sorry, sir. Those tickets have been confirmed and are non-refundable and non-transferable."

5:37 PM - I try to start a fight with every person behind the concession counter. As it turns out, the Alamodome has a policy that no beer can be sold when there is less than 10 minutes on the game clock. I am enraged by this policy. I ask loudly: "Why the fuck didn't you announce last call over the fucking PA system??!!"

5:49 PM - Back in my seats, I am slumped in my chair in defeat. All of a sudden, the Texas crowd goes absolutely nuts. "Whazzis?," I mutter, awaking from my coma, "Iz we winnig? Did wez scort?" Alas, the answer is no, we were not winning and we did not score. The largest (by far) cheer of the day from the Texas faithful occurred when the handlers were walking back to the tunnel and Bevo stopped to take a gargantuan shit all over the letters "S", "K", and "A" in the "Nebraska" spelled out in their end zone. I cheer wildly. I pick up the empty Traveler bottle and stick my tongue in it. I am thirsty.

6:16 PM - Nebraska fans are going berserk as I walk back to the truck. I would taunt them with some off-color remarks about their parentage, but I am too drunk to form complete sentences. With my last cognitive thought of the evening, I take solace in the fact that if we had not beaten them in October, they would be playing Florida State for the national championship.

6:30 PM - Back in the car. On the way back to Austin for the 8:00 Texas-Arizona tip off. We can still salvage the day! I crack open a beer. It is warm. I don't care.

7:12 PM - We have stopped for gas. I am hungry. I go inside the store. I walk past the beer fridge. I notice a Zima. I've never had a Zima. I wonder if it's any good. I pull a Zima from the fridge. I twist the top off and drink the Zima in three swallows. Zima sucks. I replace the empty bottle in the fridge.

7:17 PM - There is a Blimpie Subs in the store. I walk to where the ingredients are, where the person usually makes the sub. There is no one there. I lean over the counter and scoop out half a bucket of black olives. I eat them. I am still hungry. I lean further over the counter and grab approximately two pounds of Pastrami. I walk out of the store grunting and eating Pastrami. The patrons in the store fear me. I don't care.

8:01 PM - We are in South Austin. I have been drinking warm beer and singing Brooks and Dunn tunes for over an hour. My truck-mate is tired of my singing. He suggests that perhaps Brooks and Dunn have written other good songs besides "You're Going to Miss Me When I'm Gone" and "Neon Moon" and that maybe listening to only those two songs, ten times each was a bit excessive. Perhaps, he suggests, I could just let the CD play on its own. I tell him to fuck off and restart "Neon Moon."

8:30 PM - We arrive at the Erwin Center. My buddy, against my loud and profane protestations, parks on the top floor of a nearby parking garage. I tell him he's an idiot. I tell him we will never get out. I tell him we may as well pitch a fucking tent here. He ignores me. I think he's still pissed about the Brooks and Dunn tunes. I whistle "Neon Moon" loudly.

8:47 PM - I am rallying. I have 4 warm beers stuffed in my pants. We're going to kick the shit out of Arizona.

9:11 PM - Halftime score: Texas 31, Arizona 29. I am pleased. I go to the bathroom to pee for the 67th time today. I giggle to myself because of the new opportunity to do "the bathroom Brice." There are no Arizona fans in the bathroom. I am disappointed. I tell myself (out loud) that I have a "Niiiiiice cock." No one is amused but me.

9:41 PM - I walk to the bathroom while drinking Bud Light out of a can. Needless to say, they do not sell beer at the Erwin Center, much less Bud Light out of a can. An usher stops me: "Where did you get that, sir?" I tell him (no shit): "Oh, the cheerleaders were throwing them up with those little plastic foot balls. Would you mind throwing this away for me?" I take the last swig and hand it to him. He is confused. I pretend I'm going to the bathroom, but I run away giggling instead. I duck into some entrance to avoid the usher, who is now pursuing me. I sneak into a large group of people and sit down. The usher walks by harmlessly. I am giggling like a little girl. I crack open another can of Bud Light.

9:52 PM - I am lost. In my haste to avoid the usher, I have lost my bearings. I have no ticket stub. I cannot find my seats. Texas is losing.

10:09 PM - Texas is being screwed by the refs. I am enraged. I have cleared out the seats around me because I keep removing my hat and beating the surrounding chairs with it. A concerned fan asks if I’m OK and perhaps I shouldn't take it so seriously. I tell him to fuck off.

10:15 PM - After the fourth consecutive "worst fucking call I have EVER seen," I attempt to remove my hat again to begin beating inanimate objects. However, on this occasion I miscalculate and I thumbnail myself in my left eyelid, leaving a one-quarter inch gash over my eye. I am now bleeding into my left eye and all over my shirt. "Perhaps," I think to myself, "I'm taking this a bit seriously."

 

10:22 PM - I am standing in the bathroom peeing. I;m so drunk I am swaying and grunting. I have a bloody napkin pressed on my left eye. My pants are bloody. I have my (formerly) white shirt wrapped around my waist. I look like I should be in an episode of Cops.

10:43 PM - Texas has lost. I put my bloody white shirt back on my body and make my way for the exits. I am stopped every 20 seconds by a good Samaritan/cop/security guard to ask me why I am covered in blood, but I merely grunt incoherently and keep moving.

10:59 PM - With my one good eye, I have located the parking garage. I walk up six flights of stairs. . . promise that when I see my friend I will punch him in the face for making me walk up six flights of stairs. . . find the truck .. . . and collapse in a heap in the bed of the truck. I look around and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving . . . I take a nap.

11:17 PM - I awake from my nap. I see my friend in the driver's seat.. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I am too tired to punch my friend. I call my friend a "Stupid cocksucker."

11:31 PM - I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "stupid cocksucker."

11:38 PM - I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "stupid cocksucker."

11:47 PM - I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is lined up all the way around the garage, six whole flights, and no one is moving. I call my friend a "stupid cocksucker."

11:58 PM - I am jostled. The truck is moving. I lift my head to look out the bed of the truck and notice that traffic is beginning to move on the second floor. I jump out of the truck, walk to the edge of the parking facility, and pee off the sixth floor onto the street below. My friend looks at me like I just anally violated his minor sister. I turn around and pee on the front of his truck while singing the lyrics to "Neon Moon."

12:11AM - We are moving. We are out of beer. I jump from the truck and go from vehicle to vehicle until someone gives me two beers. I am happy. I return to my vehicle.

12:26 AM - We have emerged from the parking facility. We make our way to my apartment and find Ed sitting on the couch with a freshly opened bottle of Glenlivet on the coffee table in front of him. . . . . We are all going to die tonight.

12:59 AM - We have finished three-quarters of the bottle of Glenlivet. We decide it would be a wonderful idea to go dancing at PollyEsther's. Ed has to pee. He walks down the hall to our apartment and directly into the full-length mirror at the end of the hall, smashing it into hundreds of pieces. We giggle uncontrollably and leave for PollyEsther's.

1:17 AM - The PollyEsther's doorman laughs uncontrollably at our efforts to enter his club. "Fellas," he says in between his fits of spastic laughter, "I've been working this door for almost a year. I've been working doors in this town for almost 5 years. And I can honestly say that I ain't never seen three drunker motherfuckers than you three. Sorry, can't let you in." We attempt to reason with him. He laughs harder.

1:44 AM - We find a bar that lets us in. We take two steps in the door and hear "Last call for alcohol!" I turn to the group and mutter: "See, dat wasn't that fuckin' hard. Day don't fuckin' do that at the Awamo...the awaom...the alab....fuck it, that stadium we was at today..." We order 6 shots of tequila and three beers.

2:15 AM - Back on the street. We need food. We hail a cab to take us the two and one half blocks to Katz's. The cab fare is $1.60. We give him $10 and tell him to keep it.

2:17 AM - There is a 20-minute wait. We give the hostess $50. We are seated immediately.

2:25 AM - We order two orders of fried pickles, a Cobb salad, a bowl of soup, two orders of Blueberry blintzes, two Rueben sandwiches, a hamburger, two cheese stuffed potatoes, an order of fries, and an order of onion rings.

2:39 AM - The food arrives. We are all asleep with our heads on the table. The waiter wakes us up. We eat every fucking bit of our food. Most of the restaurant patrons around us are disgusted. We don't give a fuck. The tab is $112 with tip.

2:46 AM - I'm sleepy.

9:12 AM - I wake up next to a strange woman. She is the bartender at Katz's. She is not pretty.

 

 

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40 minutes ago, Surly Bevo said:

Two wrongs don't make a right and if the Bama guy just unprovoked/unthreatened punched her he should face whatever he faces but I have always been amused that 

This - Bad on fan, good on player

vs

Good on fan bad on player

All based on what a digital clock says.

 

I assume the first clip, which is blocked, is an NFL player clotheslining a streaker or something like that.

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10 hours ago, gyroprotagonist said:

meh.  it was a blast rushing the field vs Virginia when Dawson made that FG into the wind to win the game.  '95 season

Hell even W was down there mixing it up with the fans

never forget the announcer in a total give up voice sarcastically "and thank you for staying off the field...".  who am i as a crusty gen xer to deny a college kid a good memory?  

Back in those days fans could go on the field and say hi to players. There is no rushing the field in that video. I use to go on the field and cut across to my parking spot and it was no bid deal.

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10 hours ago, gyroprotagonist said:

meh.  it was a blast rushing the field vs Virginia when Dawson made that FG into the wind to win the game.  '95 season

Hell even W was down there mixing it up with the fans

never forget the announcer in a total give up voice sarcastically "and thank you for staying off the field...".  who am i as a crusty gen xer to deny a college kid a good memory?  

That was a pretty weak storming of the field. 

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10 minutes ago, conVINCEd said:

It was parent’s weekend.  You ain’t gonna get full on crazy that weekend. 

Horribly dangerous playing surface, track around the field, vans parked on the sidelines, terrible food and beer. Throw in the terrible sound system. Not exactly the good old days. EDIT: oh yeah, I forgot to list the Soviet-inspired architecture. 

Edited by TreatyOak
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