(11-10-2015, 04:49 PM)French Rage link Wrote:[quote author=teejers1 link=topic=13566.msg140827#msg140827 date=1447198681]
"Ah yes, that year's UCLA game, also known as 'why I never believe any lead is safe'."
Have posted this before, so apologies for the redundancy. A friend of mine believes that the UCLA game that year was more painful than any other Stanford football game, including "The Play." Why, you ask?Â
Because The Play was just one painful moment where Low APR U, with the help of the zebras, fluked its way into a W.
But that UCLA game . . . well, everyone in attendance could see that Q4 comeback by UCLA coming a mile away. The O goes into a shell; the D can't get a stop. All Stanford needed to win that game was ONE PLAY made on offense (for a first down) or on defense (to stop a TD drive) in the last 10 minutes. And it didn't happen. And those last 10-12 minutes were like watching a fatal train wreck that you knew was coming.
Brutal. Just. Absolutely. Brutal.
Pretty much all this. I remember someone in the student section (or what passed for one back then) starting an over-rated chant in the 4th quarter and that getting me nervous. I feel like every year or so I must have mis-remembered how large our lead was and how little time there was, so I'll go back and look at the box score, and it turns out I had the right lead and time. It just boggles the mind.
That happened a lot that season. We just needed one more win to get to bowl eligible. Could have been UCDavis, could have been UCLA, could have been the University of Dead Fake Girlfriends. Heck, I beat there were probably a couple others. But on the plus side, if we get bowl eligible, does that get Walt some more time, and do we never get Harbaugh?
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I was there; located close to the middle of the seats on the sunny side (or at least the side that would be sunny if it were a day game). When we went up 24-3, a couple of older UCLA fans seated near me got up to leave, and the guy said something in a disgusted muttering voice and congratulated me on our imminent win. I flatly told them, "It's not over." The guy said, "Oh, it's over," and they kept on going. His hair probably stood up on end when they got home....