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longtex
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Now, I know there ain't enough of us old farts left to make this stick, but I'm puttin' my vote on the '62 Texas-Arkansas game. I was living in some ratty old apartments right across Red River from The Stadium, so my friends and I didn't hafta tailgate our burgers, and we could consume mass quantities in comfort right up until a few minutes before kickoff. As usual, nobody sat down. At all. In fact - I think this is right, but it was either '62 or '64, and I think it was '62 - the asswipes from Fayetteville SOLD their BAND tickets, and the Arky band stood on the track, not directly behind, but behind and a little south of the Texas bench... and they stood the whole game, too.
During the game, ambulances came in the tunnel in the north end zone - twice I think, but it mighta been three times - and the attendants went into the stands and hauled heart-attack victims out on stretchers... that might give y'all a sukoshi of an idea about the intensity.
And then there was that Gawd Awful "Woooooooo.... PIGGG!! Soooeyyy!" about fifteen million times, and I gotta tell ya, boys, them hillbillies put their hearts and souls into it. I guarantee it was a damn sight louder than anything I ever heard before or since ('ceptin' maybe that "Tigah Bait! Tigah Bait! Tigah Bait!" over yonder in Baton Rouge = y'all may not like it, but give the Devil his due: them Cajuns LOVE them Tigahs).
I don't recall exactly when they scored, but the Hogs were up on us, 3-0, late in the third quarter - did I mention we were ranked No 1 at the time? - and were just about to stick it in in to go up 10-0, when their big stud fullback, Danny somethin'-or-other - this guy was 6-4, 220, at a time when we had GUARDS under 200 pounds! - anyway, ol' Danny got hammered around the 2 or 3, and coughed it up. We recovered in the end zone for a touchback.
Hell, we couldn't sit down any more than the Arky band could, on accounta folks got to jumpin' up and down so hard that our damn bench broke... didn't matter none, 'cause we wasn't about to sit down, anyhow.
So, we took it on the 20, and couldn't do much with it, and damn if Arky didn't stuff it right down our throats AGAIN... then with a little under 10 minutes left, we stopped 'em - 4th and 1 just outside the 10, and we stuffed 'em and took over on downs.
Well, boys, you KNOW what happened, don'cha?
We spent all but the last few seconds of that game drivin' that ball the length of the field. Ninety yards. Not a single fooken pass - not one (You read what Saint Darrell useta say, ain'cha? "When you throw a pass, three things can happen, and two of 'em are bad.") So, yeah, that's right, Ninety yards. Twenty fooken plays. Had fourth and yardage three times, and made it all three times, including the last one, which was fourth and goal from the three. Tommy T-bird Ford took it in with about 30 seconds left.
Texas 7 Arkansas 3
Best Gawd damned game. Ever.
Yeah, I'll grant you, watchin' Vince run 'er in on fourth down in the Rose Bowl was hot stuff... but it didn't take ten agonizing minutes to happen, either. And I don't recall any heart attacks in the stands. And I didn't see anybody's band standin' on the sidelines the whole damn game.
'Nuff said?
During the game, ambulances came in the tunnel in the north end zone - twice I think, but it mighta been three times - and the attendants went into the stands and hauled heart-attack victims out on stretchers... that might give y'all a sukoshi of an idea about the intensity.
And then there was that Gawd Awful "Woooooooo.... PIGGG!! Soooeyyy!" about fifteen million times, and I gotta tell ya, boys, them hillbillies put their hearts and souls into it. I guarantee it was a damn sight louder than anything I ever heard before or since ('ceptin' maybe that "Tigah Bait! Tigah Bait! Tigah Bait!" over yonder in Baton Rouge = y'all may not like it, but give the Devil his due: them Cajuns LOVE them Tigahs).
I don't recall exactly when they scored, but the Hogs were up on us, 3-0, late in the third quarter - did I mention we were ranked No 1 at the time? - and were just about to stick it in in to go up 10-0, when their big stud fullback, Danny somethin'-or-other - this guy was 6-4, 220, at a time when we had GUARDS under 200 pounds! - anyway, ol' Danny got hammered around the 2 or 3, and coughed it up. We recovered in the end zone for a touchback.
Hell, we couldn't sit down any more than the Arky band could, on accounta folks got to jumpin' up and down so hard that our damn bench broke... didn't matter none, 'cause we wasn't about to sit down, anyhow.
So, we took it on the 20, and couldn't do much with it, and damn if Arky didn't stuff it right down our throats AGAIN... then with a little under 10 minutes left, we stopped 'em - 4th and 1 just outside the 10, and we stuffed 'em and took over on downs.
Well, boys, you KNOW what happened, don'cha?
We spent all but the last few seconds of that game drivin' that ball the length of the field. Ninety yards. Not a single fooken pass - not one (You read what Saint Darrell useta say, ain'cha? "When you throw a pass, three things can happen, and two of 'em are bad.") So, yeah, that's right, Ninety yards. Twenty fooken plays. Had fourth and yardage three times, and made it all three times, including the last one, which was fourth and goal from the three. Tommy T-bird Ford took it in with about 30 seconds left.
Texas 7 Arkansas 3
Best Gawd damned game. Ever.
Yeah, I'll grant you, watchin' Vince run 'er in on fourth down in the Rose Bowl was hot stuff... but it didn't take ten agonizing minutes to happen, either. And I don't recall any heart attacks in the stands. And I didn't see anybody's band standin' on the sidelines the whole damn game.
'Nuff said?
