November 5, 1976. I had 50 yard line seats on the third row of the upper deck (I gave my student draw tickets to someone for some forgotten reason and bought a single ticket on the west side). Seventy degrees, blue skies, low humidity. Perfect day.
All cumulating in a 30-0 loss that made some of the a**-whippings we suffered at the hands of OU look tame. We had 121 yards of total offense. Completely manhandled.
That game was the bulk of one of my worst afternoons ever.
And I’ve had two colonoscopies.