Tonight's the 15th anniversary of 41-14.
All these memories are making me very hungry for another championship.
I was there for that one too. Very different. The Bucknuts thought it was a coronation of the greatest team in college football history. They knew they were going loooong before we did. They bought up every available ticket. Pretty much the only Gators in attendance got tickets from the UF allotment. The rest were all gone. It was the first game I ever attended that people were offering $1,000 for a scalped ticket and there were none for sale.
It was shortly before that I started reading message boards and I remember being flooded with the most arrogant and condescending Bucknuts fans for weeks leading up to the game. All we kept hearing about was Ted Ginn's speed, how they beat Miami, and the body fat percentage of one of their DL. I never witnessed a deluge of opposing fans like that before or since.
When we got to Arizona, we were completely outnumbered. They were "nice" enough, they'd buy us drinks to apologize in advance for the monumental ass-whipping they were going to give us at the game. They would patiently explain to me (like was a 5 year old) why this was the greatest offense in the history of college football, that we were going to witness history on the 8th. I responded (politely) that this wasn't a good Gator defense, it was a GREAT Gator defense. They might win, but I couldn't imagine anybody running up the score on that Gator defense. They'd smile like I was a retarded kid and explain that the Miami team they beat was supposed to be the best and the fastest and blah blah blah. Also, even if I wouldn't get to enjoy the game very much, I'd have the pleasure of witnessing their incredible band perform, and I should make sure to take a picture of the dotting of the "i". This is the level of arrogance and condescension from all of them. It was to be a coronation feast, and we were the lamb. It was bizarre.
When we got to the stadium, all we saw were Buckeye cars and tailgates. Rows and rows of scarlet with just a spot of orange and blue here or there. We drove around for a while before we found some Gators we could park next to. It was an overwhelming, disconcerting sense of being surrounded by the enemy.
In the stadium it was a little better, maybe 4 or 5 to 1. It still felt like a home game for them. When Ginn ran the opening kick back for a TD I told everybody not to worry, it was coming back. RFN got blocked in the back. No flag. Well sh!t. For a brief moment, I started doubting myself and my team. Then we scored. I breathed a sigh of relief. They had some success running the ball early on. Don't be fooled by the "82 yards of total offense", that subtracts all the negative sack yardage from their running total. If they had stuck with it, the game would have been closer. At least a little closer. Problem is, Tressel panicked. He looked like a deer in the headlights. The game was over when he went for it on 4th down early. The rout was on.
It was glorious. Maybe not as glorious as 1996, but glorious nonetheless.
One of the things I did a few days after the game was go on Warchant and read their game thread. It was fantastic. At first, they were all talking about celebrating a beating, like Nebraska. They wanted to revel in an embarrassing Gator blow-out. They were making score predictions and hoping tOSU would hang 70 on us. They were delirious with joy after Ginn's TD. The game was so fresh in my memory, I could replay it in my head as I read on. I knew exactly which plays they were reacting to. The mood soon soured. They couldn't believe their eyes. Our offense was inept for much of 2006. We didn't really start clicking on O until the very end of the season. They were incredulous, then despondent. You could track their journey through the 5 stages of grief in real time. It was one of the most satisfying game threads I've ever read.
Somebody made shirts after the game--
"...and on the 8th day, he turned the desert into swamp"
I wish I had one of those shirts.
Alex.