Question for former I-AA players

[65 Pard]

Tell us what is most memorable about your playing experience. What's the one thing that sticks in your mind most? Whether a coach, a team mate, a specific play or game , a lesson learned, a cherished memory..

[D1B]

1987 1st round against YSU. They had this rather small but fast black QB. They were on the 2 or 3 yardline and he ran an option. As a DE, I had QB responsibility. I got off my block, we ran a corner blitz so the QB had to run it. It was just me an him. I hit that kid so hard, picked him up and drove him a couple yard into the endzone. He was hurt and writhing on the ground in pain. I hovered over him and gave him the sign of the cross. Couple of my teammates managed to suppress their snickers to tell me I was effin crazy. They were and are correct.

We beat em that day, then kicked the hell out of Ark St. the next week. Lost in 2OT in the semifinals. Thought that may have been the best UNI team ever, until this year.

[*****]

...^^^^^
1985 - 1986 - 1987 All-Gateway
1986 - 1987 All-American

was a real pansy in 1984... :p

[skinny_uncle]

^^^^^
1985 - 1986 - 1987 All-Gateway
1986 - 1987 All-American

was a real pansy in 1984... :p
I just can't picture a pansy lasting long in the Gateway.
http://www.salukitalk.net/st/images/smiles/eusa_whistle.gif

[ngineer]

As a db, I also returned punts. My 'welcome to college football' moment was as a freshman. In hs I never called a fair catch. First time I caught a punt 'live' I got drilled by two guys within a split second of making the catch.\
How I held onto the ball, I'll never know. I had no feeling in my face when I got to the sideline--no recall getting to the sideline. Felt like someone injected novacaine in my face.

[Reed Rothchild]

My favorite moment was in Bowling Green, KY in 2001 when Coach Farley led us to our first conference title since the Terry Allen days. I met Cap'n Cat for the first time and it was one hell of a game. We scored 10 points at the end of the game and included the game winner with a few ticks left on the clock. Truly and unbelievable experience.

[D1B]

As a db, I also returned punts. My 'welcome to college football' moment was as a freshman. In hs I never called a fair catch. First time I caught a punt 'live' I got drilled by two guys within a split second of making the catch.\
How I held onto the ball, I'll never know. I had no feeling in my face when I got to the sideline--no recall getting to the sideline. Felt like someone injected novacaine in my face.

Did you taste aluminum? Aint football fun!

1984 against YSU, I was late catching a naked boot. I was full speed chasing after the QB and a 150lb WR cracked back and layed me out. I don't remember much after that. Film on Sunday showed me wandering around the field and my coach had to come out and escort me off. He was laughing. That year my D-line coach was Wally Chambers of the Chicago Bears.

[Cap'n Cat]

1. Anytime we beat Western or Eastern Illinois was a joyous thing for me. They were our big rivals back then.

2. I knew the offense so well that I didn't even get a playbook my senior year. Now that's something!!!

3. Third-and-goal from the 3 yd line versus Indiana State my senior year. Staring into the eyes of the DT across from me and he staring back at me with a look of unbridled hate. Sweat poured from underneath our helmets. The call was “33 Dive”, right up The Cap’ns ass. The ball was snapped and I blew the guy four yards into the end zone. We scored. The kid was dazed and had trouble getting up. He walked toward the INSU sideline a few yards, then fell to a knee. Sportsman that The Cap’n is, I walked over to him and helped him to his feet and asked if he was OK. He couldn’t talk. I waited with him until the INSU trainers got there. For our next offensive series, he was on the other side of the line.

4. My offensive line coach, Walt Klinker, was/is the greatest man who ever lived. He taught me how to be a man; to be accountable, to put out MAXIMUM effort, to be on time and to have personal pride. I was a spoiled, lazy kid from the suburbs of Chicago when I transferred from Northern Illinois in August of 1982. He arrived in March of 1983 and kicked my ever-lovin’ ass and for that, I am eternally grateful. I use the many life’s lessons he taught all his linemen in my business life to this day. He is forever the most influential man in my life.

5. Immediately after the loss to Georgia Southern in the ‘85 semifinals, our training room and locker room was full of despondent players. I had to put on my captain’s hat and calm many of them down and coach them that it wasn’t the end of the world and that there was much to be learned from the experience. Personally, though, it took me ten years to get over that loss.

6. Our head coach was a gotdam genius. Darrell Mudra was a PhD who influenced me nearly as much as did Walt Klinker. He, too, was into the many life’s lessons to be gathered from playing football. I got to coach American football in Florence, Italy, with Darrell in 1993.

7. Versus Eastern Washington in the I-AA quarterfinals in 1985, there were *****ing 5000 fans in the Dome. The Heisman announcement was happening that day and Iowa’s Chuck Long was up against Bo Jackson. All the Hawkheads stayed in their dorm rooms to watch the award, rather than come to our game. I was bitter as ***** and I’ll never get over that.

8. My parents went to every game, home and away, in 1984 and 1985 and only missed one during D1B’s ‘86 and ‘87 seasons.

9. After beating Kansas State in 1985, I recall fondly, AGS’s Pantherpower’s dad, our Associate AD at the time and former AD at KSU, jumping on the offensive bus, waving the $100,000 check we got from them for the putting down of his former employer’s team. Their head coach was fired that afternoon.

10. At Missouri State my senior year, I was on the sidelines after a three-and-out in a huddle with our coach, Walt Klinker, and the rest of the O-line. I wasn’t paying attention to him and what he was saying, but, rather, watching our defense on the field. Well, D1B scored a HUGE sack and I yelled, “Way to go, Jeff!!”, while Klinker was talking. Everything went silent. He rushed me and shoved me two yards. I ran at him and shoved him back! What a dick I was! Anyway, he yanked me from the game and put in my replacement - a sophomore who ended up being a pretty good tackle at UNI and a co-captain with D1B in 1987 - but he was still pretty green. He gave up three sacks in a row and I remember Mike Smith, legendary UNI QB and GFC Offensive Player of the Year, running off the field and pleading with Terry Allen, the new MSU HC, to put Cap’n Cat back in. Klinker didn’t want to, but Mudra intervened from upstairs (he coached from the press box) and I went back in. At Sunday’s practice, he came up to me on the sidelines where I was sitting on the bench, leaned into my face, his mug red as a turnip, and growled, “That ever happens again what happened at Southwest, I’ll kick your ass from here to eternity, you understand me?!” I got the worst case of shrinkage in my life and all I could mutter was a lame, prissy “Yes, sir.” He taught me another lesson.

11. Winning the very first Gateway Conference championship is a special memory. I think we beat Eastern Illinois for the title, but I don’t remember, exactly. Cap’n Cat snuck five bottle of champagne into the locker room and we did it up after the game as if we had won the World Series. Pussies that we were back then, we thought we were going to get into trouble for having alcohol inside a campus building!

12. Perhaps the greatest experience, though, was being able to play college football with my brother for two years. Not many people experience that. It has made us much closer than I think we otherwise, ordinarily, would have been. We share many of the same memories, have many, many mutual friends and former teammates with whom we interact to this day, share the same appreciation for our alma mater, the bar scene, the people, the girls, etc. I hope we’re still telling UNI “war” stories well into our 80’s.


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Few people on this board, unfortunately, had the opportunity to play college football. It is a god damned glorious, wonderful thing, the memories from which I will smile about ’til my last day breathing.

[jwfgeol]

I was a lowly walk-on. In fact, got the nickname "Rudy" my redshirt freshmen year. I really hated that. Well, much like Rudy, the starters on the OLine went to Coach Hendrix and demanded that I dress...not kidding. So I dressed out for the South Carolina State game in 1994, which we won in the last seconds. Never got in the game, but being on the sidelines with the guys that I had busted my ass with for a year and a half was worth it. :nod:

The funniest thing that happened was when my roomate got burned by Randy Moss when we played Marshall. That was the year when there was all the Heisman talk, and that play had to be replayed on ESPN 50 hundred times. Yes, we taped a peice of toast to his door.

[LeopardFan04]

Cap'n, I am in awe...great post... :bow:

[dungeonjoe]

thanks for that post, Cap'n

[Cap'n Cat]

Cap'n, I am in awe...great post...


thanks for that post, Cap'n

Aw, heck. I'm just another washed up old fat ass lineman yappin' about his glory days.

:rolleyes:

[blukeys]

Aw, heck. I'm just another washed up old fat ass lineman yappin' about his glory days.

:rolleyes:


Thank you all for your contributions even the Old Fat Ass Lineman CC!! :rolleyes:

This for me has been a most enjoyable thread. My High school was actually too small to have a football team. I have a very good friend who was an OL on the UD teams from 72-75 and his observations about his OL coach mirrors the Captain's recollections. All of the posts demonstrate that for those of us on this board the I-AA experience is about more than just a game. It is about the personal experiences, the camraderie, and the growth of Individuals that occurs when committing to a sport.


Again for all of you who have played the game and have shared your experiences Thank You!!

[D1B]

^^^^^
1985 - 1986 - 1987 All-Gateway
1986 - 1987 All-American

was a real pansy in 1984... :p

You dog!!!! :)

[D1B]

Aw, heck. I'm just another washed up old fat ass lineman yappin' about his glory days.

:rolleyes:

Don't let the Cap'n fool you. He was and is the best offensive lineman to ever play there. Cap'n et al didn't get no national attention or awards cuz UNI wasn't on the map yet. A tidal wave of all americans and all conference performers followed and benefited from the foundation he and others built. To this day.

I particularly liked the story about him helping that poor INSU dlman off his feet. Very christ-like, but truth is that Cap'n was a mean SOB on the field - 6'7 300+, fast, smart and nasty. I'm thankful that the coaches kept me on the other side of the line for two years.

[*****]

...^^^^^
1985 Inaugural All-Gateway

Both CC and D1b were team captains as well and went on to the pros

But you don't have to be a star to post your college football experience here... we'd all love to read your story! :nod: :nod:

[JoltinJoe]

Aw, heck. I'm just another washed up old fat ass lineman yappin' about his glory days.

:rolleyes:

Yea, but you're our washed up old fat ass lineman yappin' about his glory days. :)

I find it funny that, as D1B says, you were the toughest OL ever at UNI, but that you let a skinny weakling like Joey Ramone kick your a**. :asswhip:

[UNH 40]

The thing that I remember and miss the most about playing football in college are the players and friends that I made by being part of the team. The thing that i am most proud of about my career is that i came to UNH as a walk-on freshman who nobody expected anything from to earning a scholarship, a starting position, and eventually becoming a team captain and all-american my senior season. The most memorable moments of my career are beating Delaware at their place the night that they raised their national championship banner, and the following weekend going into Rutgers and beating them the week after they beat Michigan State. But nothing compared to the 2004 playoffs when we went to GSU and beat them in the first round coming back from the brink of being blown out when it was 13-0 in the 1st quarter and GSU was running all over us, to beat them 27-23. Traveling to Montana was a great experience even though we got beat badly.

[Lafayette71]

In 2000 we were playing Princeton for our home opener. As it has been noted frequently on this site, the leopards never beat Princeton. We hadn't been a good team since the early to mid nineties and we didn't end up being a good team in 2000, But we did oull off a minor miracle against the Tigers. On a 3rd and long deep in our own end, our freshman QB threw up a prayer that Phil Yarborough took to the 10 yard line. We scored on the next play to go ahead with under a minute to go, and managed to hold on for the win. It was my favorite moment in a long four years of football at LC.

Speaking of Yarborough, what a player that kid was. He made an unbelieveable 1 handed grab against bucknell that made sportscenter. Still the best catch I've ever seen. He was wasted on some lousy teams at Lafayette.

[Lafayette71]

At Towson in 1999 we got absolutely smoked. I think we threw five or six picks when it was said and done. On the first drive of the game I threw a nasty cut block on the strong safety while leading a screen pass. The first pick we threw was returned a good thirthy yards or so, and While I was hauling after the ball with my blistering 5.6 speed, the guy had his revenge. he blind sided me like I've never been hit before or since. It was a yard sale hit. I think it was the first game on their new surface. Worst turf burn I ever got.

[Tribe4SF]

Other than the 1967 upset of Navy (they were #2 in the nation), my favorite moment was actually from our freshman team in '66. Freshman could not play intercollegiate then, and everybody played a freshman schedule. We had lost a close game at Annapolis, and went to Bullis Prep to face an undefeated post-graduate team that had beaten the Plebes. In one endzone, they had tombstones with the scores of their 7 wins, and one with our name waiting for the score to be filled in.

It was a tight game, and the atmosphere was less than friendly. We had an OLB who had spent 4 years in the Marine Corps and was playing with a broken hand in a huge cast. Late in the 4th, he tackled a guy into the Bullis bench, and after some shoving, coldcocked a guy with the cast.

The Bullis lacrosse team had been especially loud and obnoxious in the stands, having brought their sticks and banging them on the bleachers. When the melee broke out in front of them, they all jumped the fence and lacrosse sticks were flying everywhere. As we headed across the field to join in, I was swinging my helmet up to put it on when somebody flew by me and grabbed it out of my hand. It was our head coach, Don Roby, and the last I saw of him, he was diving into the crowd, flailing and screaming like a lunatic. Needless to say, I slowed my pace after losing my helmet.

Once order was restored, we took a punt and drove for a winning TD. My helmet had a ding on the side and a chunk out of the face mask.

Other guys on our side that day were Jimmye Laycock and Jim Cavanaugh (Asst. Coach and recruiting coordinator at Va Tech).

[Cap'n Cat]

Great stories, you guys!

People ask me if I belonged to a fraternity in college. I tell them, "Hell, yeah - the football team!" Truly a brotherhood with lifelong bonds as tight as any frat.

:)

[UNH 40]

Great stories, you guys!

People ask me if I belonged to a fraternity in college. I tell them, "Hell, yeah - the football team!" Truly a brotherhood with lifelong bonds as tight as any frat.

:)

Great post cap'n. The fraternity that is the football team at all schools accross the country no matter what the division is that you play in, is something that is so special. That was the hardest part of ending my college career, knowing that i would perhaps never see some of the great friends that i made again. It is much tighter than any frat i have ever seen.

[Cap'n Cat]

Great post cap'n. The fraternity that is the football team at all schools accross the country no matter what the division is that you play in, is something that is so special. That was the hardest part of ending my college career, knowing that i would perhaps never see some of the great friends that i made again. It is much tighter than any frat i have ever seen.


Indeed, 40.

:nod: :nod:

[Mr. C]

As Captain Cat call tell you from seeing my sorry physique in Chattanooga, I never played college football. But his story about the champagne reminded me of an old friend who isn't around to tell his story. I had made friends with a player that I covered at Fresno State named Otis Tolbert. He was a starting defensive end on a team that won the California Bowl in 1982 by scoring 22 points in the final quarter to win 29-28 against Bowling Green with a touchdown and two-point conversion on the final play (Cal head coach Jeff Tedford threw the winning TD pass and two-point conversion and former Kansas City Chief receiver Stephone Paige had an incredible 15 catches that day, with future L.A. Ram All-Pro WR Henry Ellard sidelined with a separated shoulder). Anyway, I was in the locker room after the comeback and will never forget Otis Tolbert's smile as he celebrated. He pulled a bottle of champagne out of his locker and we shared it. That's the only time I've ever done anything like that in a locker room. Otis Tolbert had come from a military family (his father was a career Naval officer) and was serving in the Air Force at the Pentagon on 9-11 when he was killed one of the highjacked planes crashing there. I'm not the most patriotic of guys, but just about every time I hear the national anthem played, I think about Otis and I can't help but remember that special football moment we shared.

[Cap'n Cat]

As Captain Cat call tell you from seeing my sorry physique in Chattanooga, I never played college football. But his story about the champagne reminded me of an old friend who isn't around to tell his story. I had made friends with a player that I covered at Fresno State named Otis Tolbert. He was a starting defensive end on a team that won the California Bowl in 1982 by scoring 22 points in the final quarter to win 29-28 against Bowling Green with a touchdown and two-point conversion on the final play (Cal head coach Jeff Tedford threw the winning TD pass and two-point conversion and former Kansas City Chief receiver Stephone Paige had an incredible 15 catches that day, with future L.A. Ram All-Pro WR Henry Ellard sidelined with a separated shoulder. Anyway, I was in the locker room after the comeback and will never forget Otis Tolbert's smile as he celebrated. He pulled a bottle of champagne out of his locker and we shared it. That's the only time I've ever done anything like that in a locker room. Otis Tolbert had come from a military family (his father was a career Naval officer) and was serving in the Air Force at the Pentagon on 9-11 when he was killed one of the highjacked planes crashing there. I'm not the most patriotic of guys, but just about every time I hear the national anthem played, I think about Otis and I can't help but remember that special football moment we shared.


Cool story, C.

:nod:

You aren't nearly as shabby as "Chicken Legs Wallace", though.

[Mr. C]

Cool story, C.

:nod:

You aren't nearly as shabby as "Chicken Legs Wallace", though.
You made my day. I can feel Ralph's ears burning all the way from Skokie to Boone.

[ngineer]

Did you taste aluminum? Aint football fun!1984 against YSU, I was late catching a naked boot. I was full speed chasing after the QB and a 150lb WR cracked back and layed me out. I don't remember much after that. Film on Sunday showed me wandering around the field and my coach had to come out and escort me off. He was laughing. That year my D-line coach was Wally Chambers of the Chicago Bears.


I doubt it in that I had no feeling in my mouth either! Tongue felt all swollen. But , Yes, Football is glorious.
I had the unique experience of playing against my father for three years. He was HC at another high school from where we lived, but in the same league. I was banned from the living room every Sunday night, until after we played each other, since that was when he'd review Friday night's game tapes. Great memories.

[SU Jag]

Man I remember the games against Jackson State and Grambling the most. The night before, you couldn't sleep! I use to be so pumped for those games. There was nothing like playing in the Bayou Classic. I remember the 03 Classic Game like it was yesterday. I remember that week of practice being so hype! It was simple, beat Grambling and go to Birmingham! Simple. Man, I get fired up just thinking about all of our games at SU. Just the way that Coach Rich would talk to us before the game and just seing the folks tailgating and cheering you on when we where pulling into the stadium. Everyone needs to hear Coach Richardson's pregame speeches! Man this dude will have you ready to go to the pits of hell and fight the devil, its that serious! I have so many memories as a player! Making the big play like a forced fumble in 03 at Jackson State, or like the blocked punt that I had against AAMU druing Homecomming, or being all over the field in the 03 Bayou Classic. Man, I wish that I could go back to those days. I remember winning the SWAC title in 03 and going on to with the Black College Football National Championship, it was a feeling like no other.

[Cap'n Cat]

Man I remember the games against Jackson State and Grambling the most. The night before, you couldn't sleep! I use to be so pumped for those games. There was nothing like playing in the Bayou Classic. I remember the 03 Classic Game like it was yesterday. I remember that week of practice being so hype! It was simple, beat Grambling and go to Birmingham! Simple. Man, I get fired up just thinking about all of our games at SU. Just the way that Coach Rich would talk to us before the game and just seing the folks tailgating and cheering you on when we where pulling into the stadium. Everyone needs to hear Coach Richardson's pregame speeches! Man this dude will have you ready to go to the pits of hell and fight the devil, its that serious! I have so many memories as a player! Making the big play like a forced fumble in 03 at Jackson State, or like the blocked punt that I had against AAMU druing Homecomming, or being all over the field in the 03 Bayou Classic. Man, I wish that I could go back to those days. I remember winning the SWAC title in 03 and going on to with the Black College Football National Championship, it was a feeling like no other.


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[jwfgeol]

There are several things I remember about the strength coach at Furman when I was there. He is now the strength coach at Clemson. Namely, on the first day of two-a-days (early, at like 5:45am stretching) these headlights appear driving down to the practice field. As it gets closer, we realize that it's a funeral hearse. Coach Batson steps out of the hearse wearing these Road Warrior's shoulder pads (with the big spikes), and had his face painted like the Ultimate Warrior (I guess he liked wrestling). As we're huddling up, he says he has someone who wants to break us down, and points up to the top of the PAC building next to the practice fields. We look up and there is someone dressed like death, complete with robe and sickle standing on the roof building. We all got pretty fired up for 6 in the morning. The other thing I remember is going to lift on Citadel week and there was a Citadel uniform hanging from the ceiling of the weight room with a knife through it. Ahhh, good times.

[LeopardFan04]

[QUOTE=Lafayette71]In 2000 we were playing Princeton for our home opener. As it has been noted frequently on this site, the leopards never beat Princeton. We hadn't been a good team since the early to mid nineties and we didn't end up being a good team in 2000, But we did oull off a minor miracle against the Tigers. On a 3rd and long deep in our own end, our freshman QB threw up a prayer that Phil Yarborough took to the 10 yard line. We scored on the next play to go ahead with under a minute to go, and managed to hold on for the win. It was my favorite moment in a long four years of football at LC. [QUOTE]

That was family weekend my freshman year...an amazing game...

[ngineer]

Great stories, you guys!

People ask me if I belonged to a fraternity in college. I tell them, "Hell, yeah - the football team!" Truly a brotherhood with lifelong bonds as tight as any frat.

:)

So true. We had almost 40 guys from our 1973 team get together for dinner after the Lafayette game this year. At Lehigh, fraternities are very strong (though not as big as when I was there), but the bonds among the players transcended those as well.

[AppFootballAlum]

Unfortunately, played just before App went I-AA...at least they finally got smart. Would have loved it I'm sure. Rivalry games in the SoCon, especially with WCU were great - always loved them. Games against Wake Forest were ususally close and exciting, and the 1979 game at VA Tech was a big thrill (grew up in that area) and came down to the 4th qtr.

[*****]

Ahhhh yes, I remember it well. It was 1985 and my beloved Drake team was opening their last season as a scholarship program against UNI. As the starting defensive tackle I knew I was going to have a field day speeding around the Panther player I was matched against, #74. See, this guy was big, fat and slooooooow! It was comical how I faked one way and zipped past him the other over and over. He was huffing and puffing, sweating like the pig he was. Once I even did a triple-fake on him and HE TRIPPED OVER HIS OWN GIGANTIC FEET and fell on the running back behind him as I notched another tackle for a loss! The most fun play was one when he attempted to drop into pass coverage... I faked like I was going for his knees and then hopped onto his shoulders and rode him like a rodeo donkey (even pretending to whip him) before diving off his back and sacking the quarterback. The QB, once he recovered, grabbed #74 by the facemask and berated him so bad that I could see the guy crying like a baby. He slunk off the field and didn't re-enter the game. AND THIS WAS ALL IN THE FIRST QUARTER!!!! Yes my 'dogs beat UNI that day and they never dared play us again until last year when we were non-scholarship. They went on that year to nearly beat eventual national champion Georgia Southern in the playoff semifinals but old #74 was long off the team. I heard he was committed to lifelong therapy after the game and is now a toll booth operator in New Mexico. Sad really, but that's football. :nod:






The above description is pure fiction (except Drake did beat UNI in 1985) for the benefit of good old #74, Cap'n Cat

[Cap'n Cat]

Ahhhh yes, I remember it well. It was 1985 and my beloved Drake team was opening their last season as a scholarship program against UNI. As the starting defensive tackle I knew I was going to have a field day speeding around the Panther player I was matched against, #74. See, this guy was big, fat and slooooooow! It was comical how I faked one way and zipped past him the other over and over. He was huffing and puffing, sweating like the pig he was. Once I even did a triple-fake on him and HE TRIPPED OVER HIS OWN GIGANTIC FEET and fell on the running back behind him as I notched another tackle for a loss! The most fun play was one when he attempted to drop into pass coverage... I faked like I was going for his knees and then hopped onto his shoulders and rode him like a rodeo donkey (even pretending to whip him) before diving off his back and sacking the quarterback. The QB, once he recovered, grabbed #74 by the facemask and berated him so bad that I could see the guy crying like a baby. He slunk off the field and didn't re-enter the game. AND THIS WAS ALL IN THE FIRST QUARTER!!!! Yes my 'dogs beat UNI that day and they never dared play us again until last year when we were non-scholarship. They went on that year to nearly beat eventual national champion Georgia Southern in the playoff semifinals but old #74 was long off the team. I heard he was committed to lifelong therapy after the game and is now a toll booth operator in New Mexico. Sad really, but that's football. :nod:






The above description is pure fiction (except Drake did beat UNI in 1985) for the benefit of good old #74, Cap'n Cat


You BASTAGE!!!!!


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xsmoochx


P.S. Drake cheated.

[SoCon48]

Unfortunately, played just before App went I-AA...at least they finally got smart. Would have loved it I'm sure. Rivalry games in the SoCon, especially with WCU were great - always loved them. Games against Wake Forest were ususally close and exciting, and the 1979 game at VA Tech was a big thrill (grew up in that area) and came down to the 4th qtr.

You would have loved 1975. ASU beat Wake :asswhip: , ECU :asswhip: and USC :asswhip:
:hurray: :hurray:

[Pard94]

Aside from all of our games against Lehigh, I remeber well playing Army in 1992. It was their Homecoming so they had Michie Stadium full to standing room only. I have never seen so many generals in one place in my life. That year they had a running back (think his name was Merriweather), he actually had some preseason Heisman buzz. Obviously they were supposed to run all over us. The game turned out to be a battle the entire game...back and forth for 4 quarters. We were actually winning by one point with 40 seconds left on the clock. Damn kicker for Army hits a 47 yard field goal into the wind to win with no time left on the clock. After the game we had three star generals coming up and shaking our hands and congratulating us for a great homecoming game. Both Merriweather and Marsh ran wild. Great game, great atmosphere, great memory (despite the loss).

[DC 'gater]

1. I too have a Michie Stadium memory. Our QB throws a pick on our own 30. I take the fat OL angle to try and cut the DB off. As I push him out of bounds, I trip over one of their cheerleaders megaphones. You know those big, old fashioned things. Being a prisioner of inertia, I go flying up the field level bleachers and into the first row of cadets. They punched me, kicked me, and called me names I'd never heard before. I couldn't help but laugh.

2. Playing Syracuse in that other dome in 1987. We took the opening KO, drove down the field an scored to go up 6-0. They proceeded to block the PAT and rip off 56 unanswered. They also beat up everyone else and finished the season 11-0 and tied Auburn in the Sugar Bowl.

3. 1990 game vs Lafayette in freezing rain and about a foot of mud in Hamilton.

4. 1988 game vs then PL team Davidson. We woke up on game day to 6 inches of snow. No one predicted it and it caught everyone by surprize. They could only clear the ten yardlines so there was 6" of snow it blocks of 10 yds. Davidson (from North Carolina) warmed up in our indoor facility and would not come out until 5 minutes before kickoff. We were of course out rolling around in it in warm ups. We smoked them. For you Lehigh fans, Horace Hamm was playing for Davidson then.

5. All the wild post game gatherings in the Back Bacon Beer Parlor. Draft beer served in glass milk jugs.

I could go on for hours.

[*****]

... We were of course out rolling around in it...

I could go on for hours.No one's stopping you! Keep 'em coming! :nod:

[hapapp]

Unfortunately, played just before App went I-AA...at least they finally got smart. Would have loved it I'm sure. Rivalry games in the SoCon, especially with WCU were great - always loved them. Games against Wake Forest were ususally close and exciting, and the 1979 game at VA Tech was a big thrill (grew up in that area) and came down to the 4th qtr.
I was at the Tech game in 1979. It was a wild one. That was one fun team to watch. Living in Tech Territory, it was fun to watch you guys go head to head with Hokies.

[DC 'gater]

No one's stopping you! Keep 'em coming! :nod:


-Coaches Mike Foley, Ed Argast, and Kevin Callahan. Taught us more than just football. Great coaches and great guys.

-Our O line had this thing that we prided ourselves on. Not that we invented it or that we were the only ones to do it, but we actually kept track of it. At no time would we allow defensive players to stand around the pile. Before, at, or even just after the whistle, we dished out some tremendous hits on defenders with their heads down waiting for a fumble to trickle out of the pile. I even think that has carried on up there even after all these years.

-After beating Boston U. in Boston, we embarked on our 5.5 hr bus ride back to Hamilton. It was almost 11pm by the time we got out of there. It was our first road win in something like 16 tries. We got the bus drivers to stop at the first "packie" we could find, and loaded up three handtrucks with "beverages". We cranked the music, passed out the road sodas to both buses, and whooped it up all the way to Hamilton.

[D1B]

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-Our O line had this thing that we prided ourselves on. Not that we invented it or that we were the only ones to do it, but we actually kept track of it. At no time would we allow defensive players to stand around the pile. Before, at, or even just after the whistle, we dished out some tremendous hits on defenders with their heads down waiting for a fumble to trickle out of the pile. I even think that has carried on up there even after all these years.

If you pulled that **** with me, I would have killed every single one you. :)

[UNH_ORACLE]

-Coaches Mike Foley, Ed Argast, and Kevin Callahan. Taught us more than just football. Great coaches and great guys.

-Our O line had this thing that we prided ourselves on. Not that we invented it or that we were the only ones to do it, but we actually kept track of it. At no time would we allow defensive players to stand around the pile. Before, at, or even just after the whistle, we dished out some tremendous hits on defenders with their heads down waiting for a fumble to trickle out of the pile. I even think that has carried on up there even after all these years.

-After beating Boston U. in Boston, we embarked on our 5.5 hr bus ride back to Hamilton. It was almost 11pm by the time we got out of there. It was our first road win in something like 16 tries. We got the bus drivers to stop at the first "packie" we could find, and loaded up three handtrucks with "beverages". We cranked the music, passed out the road sodas to both buses, and whooped it up all the way to Hamilton.


Hey what year did you play at Colgate?