The losing team outgaining the winning by exactly double, 508 yards to 254. The winners converting only two of 14 third downs. Their leading rusher gaining just 40 yards while the defeated boasted a back efficiently into triple digits.
Four freshmen with bleached blonde hair, all wearing “The Shirt,” cowering under a tree for two hours.
Eight seniors ordering dorm pizza and emptying an RA’s stockpiles with reckless abandon.
A family bonding around a dryer as its token foolish brother headed back into the rain.
A press box out of food, a locker room actively trying to follow suit, a production truck relying on a finished product from nine months earlier.
I stand by my statement from my debut here. The 2011 South Florida game stands the test of time; it was such a unique experience.
“It was hell.”
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