ou in 2000....Gameday, I tried to get my video cam in and had to take it back to the vehicle--I mean, who would give a crap that I was going to vid the crowd and Corso putting on the Willie Hat...shoulda took it as a sign of things to come. Some 0u jackass stole the chairback off my chair during the morning, had to go to fan accomodations and get a new one. Another sign.
But then, finally in my seat, and it was Harley Day, our seats were on the front row, Section 13, in the end zone, and those big hogs would turn the corner and drop the hammer, and we felt the rumble in our chests, damn was that an atmosphere or what?
After all the dust settled, and I was sleeping on my buddy's couch hide-a-bed, I don't think I got 2 minutes of good sleep, because I dreamed all night long of all of those passes that Beas hit people between the numbers with that ended up on the ground.
How Stoops put that group of converted quarterbacks together as a receiving corps, a rag arm lefty juco kid qb, a group of 5 offensive linemen that never suffered a minute of time lost due to injury all year long, and turned it into an undefeated national championship season is a flat out miracle. Especially considering he hasn't done it since with all the recruits he could ever want.
