" A Sell Out Crowd"
1994 Was A Tough Season.
The Loss To Oklahoma Was Devastating.
And I Think W Were Maybe 6-1 At One Point Only To Finish Badly?
1994 Was A Tough Season.
The Loss To Oklahoma Was Devastating.
And I Think W Were Maybe 6-1 At One Point Only To Finish Badly?
You are correct, 6-1 heading into the Miami game and finished 1-3 missing bowl eligibility
You are correct, 6-1 heading into the Miami game and finished 1-3 missing bowl eligibility
Frozen said:My story from that game: I was a freshman that year. As mentioned earlier in this thread, it was Parents Weekend. The night before, I went out to Chuck's and drank more beer than I had ever drunk in one day in my life. I am not sure that I've had that much beer in one sitting since. I think I had 12 beers, which may not sound like a lot to others, but for me it was a lot, especially since I was just 18 and only had a few beers before I got to college. And it was the Beast, so you know it went down harshly. When I got back to my dorm floor (Brewster 7) a bunch of guys were congregated in the common area. Since I do not have any personal recollection of what happened after that point, I was told the following events happened: I passed out in the common area. A security guard, who was making his nightly rounds, comes by and wakes me up and tells me that I can't sleep there; I had to go to my room to sleep. I said ok but passed out again. The security guard woke me up again and I took a swing at him. He told one of my floormates that if I did not go to my room immediately, he would have me arrested. So somebody took me to my room and put me in my bed. I had to be up early the next morning, because my folks were picking me up to go to breakfast at Cosmo's and then on to the game at the Dome. By pure luck, before I went out the previous night, I had the good sense to set my alarm. I woke up at about 8am in my clothes from the night before, with the worst hangover ever. I think I barely made it to the bathroom in time to puke. But then I had to get dressed quickly to meet my parents and little brother to go to breakfast. I ate my breakfast thinking that each bite was going to make me puke again. Then, on to the Dome. It was a great game. I think.
This made me relive my college years - all in one story. Thanks! Hope you've sobered up.My story from that game:
I was a freshman that year. As mentioned earlier in this thread, it was Parents Weekend. The night before, I went out to Chuck's and drank more beer than I had ever drunk in one day in my life. I am not sure that I've had that much beer in one sitting since. I think I had 12 beers, which may not sound like a lot to others, but for me it was a lot, especially since I was just 18 and only had a few beers before I got to college. And it was the Beast, so you know it went down harshly.
When I got back to my dorm floor (Brewster 7) a bunch of guys were congregated in the common area. Since I do not have any personal recollection of what happened after that point, I was told the following events happened:
I passed out in the common area. A security guard, who was making his nightly rounds, comes by and wakes me up and tells me that I can't sleep there; I had to go to my room to sleep. I said ok but passed out again. The security guard woke me up again and I took a swing at him. He told one of my floormates that if I did not go to my room immediately, he would have me arrested. So somebody took me to my room and put me in my bed.
I had to be up early the next morning, because my folks were picking me up to go to breakfast at Cosmo's and then on to the game at the Dome. By pure luck, before I went out the previous night, I had the good sense to set my alarm. I woke up at about 8am in my clothes from the night before, with the worst hangover ever. I think I barely made it to the bathroom in time to puke. But then I had to get dressed quickly to meet my parents and little brother to go to breakfast. I ate my breakfast thinking that each bite was going to make me puke again.
Then, on to the Dome. It was a great game. I think.