Highlights No Blockie

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No estuve puntando el dedo a RSA o le acuso de jugando con los LadyBoys. Tengo nada pero respeto por ese caballero. He oido muchas cosas buenas sobre las mujes de tailandia, pero tambien he oido cuentas de las sorpresas. No me gusta sorpresas que incluye "chix with dix."
Meng.

what the **** is going on here
 
i've said this repeatedly and mean it to the core of my DNA.

the myth of the orange bowl propelled us to 6 (yes, 6) national championships and greatness. it was our Colosseum where rivals who dared to threaten us met their demise. it collected whites, black, mulattos, anglos, cubanos, catholics, jews and every other wonderful facet of our divided city. it united all of us. our program died when that myth was demolished.

now, we are rising again and need to find a new myth to vanquish the enemy. maybe mario has created that myth in the form of culture/team is greater than each person in the room. i don't know. i DO KNOW that more will be revealed.

we complained about it, we hated it, we feared it. but it was part of the experience of the great myth of our Great Colosseum.

/carry on (it's the offseason)
 
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I seen a lot of lawns and flower beds torn up. We didnt win much in those days but what a time to be at the U. The orange bowl was sacred ground. Seen many great players. I’m talking early 70;s.
 
Coming from GA, the first couple of times was wild as **** for me. Parking in somebody’s yard, trusting God and some guy named Juan that I had never met in my life, that my car was gonna be good until I got back. 🤣😂🤣. “No blockie”… **** I was worried about having, “no carro” when I got back.
 
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Man I miss those days. My dad owned the shell gas station on nw 7th st and nw 12th ave and my brother and I would stand there with hand made signs on cardboard with $10 block, $20 no block and we would pack that place.
I have a great story about that gas station. It was the night of the 91 game against Houston, the David Klingler game. My buddies mom parked at your station and we were waiting for some other friends to meet us there. We were playing football in the lot. We must’ve been 9 or 10 at the time. My buddy punts the football on your roof, somehow he climbs up to get the ball and gets scared to come down. The police came and helped him down!
 
Coming from GA, the first couple of times was wild as **** for me. Parking in somebody’s yard, trusting God and some guy that named Juan that I had never met in my life, that my car was gonna be good until I got back. 🤣😂🤣. “No blockie”… **** I was worried about having, “no carro” when I got back.

it was a multi-cultural quasi-spiritual experience
 
The only time no blockie didn't work was the last game vs UVA

No one cared that day what the residents were telling them. It was a full street party the entire day and turned into little Havana ultra at night
 
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We rotated parking between a school couple block away, tri-city right on corner and of course peoples yards. Street food was always a must walking to and from games. Our three older kids still talk about the OB adventures to our three younger ones, two who were toddlers the last years at the OB.
 
it was $10-$20. depending on how far and whether blockie or no blockie, but sometimes you paid for no blockie and still got blickie.

am i right?
I know I never payed $40 for “no blockie”. I was floored when JRS started charging $30 for parking. 🤣
 
Man I miss those days. My dad owned the shell gas station on nw 7th st and nw 12th ave and my brother and I would stand there with hand made signs on cardboard with $10 block, $20 no block and we would pack that place.
I can't tell you how many times I walked through your Dad's lot for Canes and Dolphin games over the years. We'd park under the 836, walk over the bridge, and there would be your Dad's gas station. The mood was always good, but big night games were special.

Btw, looking at those Miami cop cars in that old news story brought back some serious Buford T Justice memories.

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