I remember back in September of 1997 when the #1 Gators came to town. We had a brash, young, Jimmy Buffet-loving football coach and a bonafide pirate as the OC. Timmy Couch was thriving in his new role as a throwing QB and put up hellacious numbers against lowly IU the week before.
CBS was in town and the campus was lit. Our fraternity had a Gator Bash on Friday. We bought a piece of crap car, painted it UF's colors, and had people pay to beat the hell out of it. By the time the radio crew came out and the football players were weilding a sledgehammer to it, we got shut down by campus police. We did not have a permit for such shenanigans. So we had the car towed and decided to party anyway. Hard.
The next thing you know, it's Saturday afternoon and we're down 28-0 with 6:00 to go in the FIRST QUARTER. It's hard to remember what happened between that moment of reality and the car smashing being nixed. I have no recollection. But I do know it was scalding hot. Like people passing out in the stands hot.
I told you that to tell you this: It almost feels like deja-vu.