I felt like I aged 4 years by the end of that Miami game. The last 8 minutes was absolutely maddening.
I still get pissed off during the game, but don't have the lingering depressed mood I used to get after a loss. Now I quickly settle on the fact that it's not very important in the big scheme of things so not worth letting it bother me more than a few minutes and a couple well chosen swears in the immediate aftermath.
If you weren’t present for the Swindle in the Swamp, you really don’t know “pissed off.”
So many that I wanted to quote, but I'll stick with three and add my two cents on some others as well.
Warning: This post might be a bit long.
The last five minutes of the Miami game aged me around five years. It was each team trying their darndest to lose and it was maddening.
While I still may get crazy during games, there is rarely any hangover anymore. Heartbreak, depression, death and just the crap that comes along with getting older have changed my priorities. Gator football is not life the way it used to be. Of course, Midline and Mac The Shark helped me to develop my apathy for Florida football.
As someone else said, if we actually become competitive and fun, that could change a bit. But it will still never matter to me the way it used to.
That said, there was a time when I swear I could run through a brick wall leading up to a big Gator game and living off the high after a big win. On that note, lemme share my story about the FSU game in '97, still the greatest regular season game I have ever seen:
I was really sick. Some ridiculous chest cold, coughing, sneezing, blah blah, the works. I barely had the energy to stand, but there was no way in hell I was missing this game.
I was watching it in my dorm room and that game gave me such strength and made me so weak at the same time throughout. When Doug hit Quez with the Hitch and Go, I swear to God, I almost passed out and fell back on my coffee table, nearly smashing my head through it. Then when Fred ran in the game winning TD, and we won, I was on such a high, I had forgotten how sick I was ... until about an hour later when I was done in and had to sleep the rest of the day because I had used up all of my energy watching the greatest game (not for a title) ever played.
And lastly, the Swindle In The Swamp: My brother was writing for Gator Bait at the time. So besides being so pissed in general, I felt even more angry on his behalf. It didn't help that I was alone, but surrounded by a bunch of a-hole noles who spilled their drink on me. Probably the worst live game I've ever attended.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TURN AROUND, GUSS!!!