This is a post where I get all emo on you guys. Just deal with it and read.
The Orange Bowl was our Alamo. We all saw some amazing **** in that building. Wide Rights, Wide Lefts, epic comebacks, and demoralizing heart breakers. Everything happened at that place. At a moments notice you could be going ape **** over some unreal play and you would begin to feel the place start to sway back and forth.
There was no better example of that than this moment...
This was from the 1994 game against Florida St. Those of you who weren't there have probably seen the video and/or heard someone talk about this moment before. FSU is pinned deep near their own goal line...which happens to be in front of the the West End Zone. Danny Kannell drops back to pass and tries to hit that no talent bum Kez McKorvey, but is picked off by Carlos Jones. Carlos Jones houses it.
It might have been the single loudest moment ever in the 700 year history of that building. The crowd went completely insane. The noise factor was increased to the infinite power by the simple fact that it took place right in front of the closed-off West End Zone. You can't even hear the marching band play the fight song, just the faint sounds of what must be a bass drum. All because it's being drowned out by the collective sound of 75,000+ people losing their **** at the exact same time. The best description I've read about this moment was from LuCane who described it as lighting a match and dropping it into pool of gasoline.
Watch it for the first time or again for the millionth time:
[video=youtube;0D-0Ix29TI0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0D-0Ix29TI0[/video]
That is what the West End Zone and the Orange Bowl was all about. The place was a ******* madhouse from start to finish. We miss the Orange Bowl everyday. But Sun Life is and can be the same thing. It just needs it's first signature win. A night where we all look at each other and say, "OMG, can you ******* believe that ****?"
Saturday night would be it.
So I have a simple request to all of those who are fortunate enough to go to the game Saturday night, remember the Orange Bowl. Remember what you saw there. Remember how you acted. Remember how loud you screamed. Remember how great you felt going to the games. And for god sakes stand up the whole ******* night and scream your *** off.
It would have wanted that.
That building is gone, but the spirit remains. In us.
Some guy all jammed up about the Alamo said:
The Orange Bowl was our Alamo. We all saw some amazing **** in that building. Wide Rights, Wide Lefts, epic comebacks, and demoralizing heart breakers. Everything happened at that place. At a moments notice you could be going ape **** over some unreal play and you would begin to feel the place start to sway back and forth.
There was no better example of that than this moment...
This was from the 1994 game against Florida St. Those of you who weren't there have probably seen the video and/or heard someone talk about this moment before. FSU is pinned deep near their own goal line...which happens to be in front of the the West End Zone. Danny Kannell drops back to pass and tries to hit that no talent bum Kez McKorvey, but is picked off by Carlos Jones. Carlos Jones houses it.
It might have been the single loudest moment ever in the 700 year history of that building. The crowd went completely insane. The noise factor was increased to the infinite power by the simple fact that it took place right in front of the closed-off West End Zone. You can't even hear the marching band play the fight song, just the faint sounds of what must be a bass drum. All because it's being drowned out by the collective sound of 75,000+ people losing their **** at the exact same time. The best description I've read about this moment was from LuCane who described it as lighting a match and dropping it into pool of gasoline.
Watch it for the first time or again for the millionth time:
[video=youtube;0D-0Ix29TI0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0D-0Ix29TI0[/video]
That is what the West End Zone and the Orange Bowl was all about. The place was a ******* madhouse from start to finish. We miss the Orange Bowl everyday. But Sun Life is and can be the same thing. It just needs it's first signature win. A night where we all look at each other and say, "OMG, can you ******* believe that ****?"
Saturday night would be it.
So I have a simple request to all of those who are fortunate enough to go to the game Saturday night, remember the Orange Bowl. Remember what you saw there. Remember how you acted. Remember how loud you screamed. Remember how great you felt going to the games. And for god sakes stand up the whole ******* night and scream your *** off.
It would have wanted that.
That building is gone, but the spirit remains. In us.
