caneforlifeforreal
To The White Meat
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I could never adequately describe to someone else the joy in my heart when Shockey caught that touchdown.
I was laying above the west end zone in the floor of the orange bowl (section x) wrapped in a bear hug with strangers but brothers at the same time, letting man tears flow like a little girl. simply unbelievable
I was with my 80 year old father, sweating, dizzy and we hugged the biggest hug we ever done hugged when shockey raised both hands up with the ball.
that was the hottest day in the Orange Bowl, in what seems like ever. I had actually skipped my friday classes in college in North Carolina to come down for the game. I didn't tell my parents I was doing it. And when Gameday was there my buddy and I climbed up on the orange barriers behind the set so our heads were right behind Corso, Herbstreit, and Fowler. We're drinking beer having a good time, not even thinking about my parents seeing us. My little brother and Dad were watching tv and flipping through the channels and dad goes to ESPN for a quick sec and my little brother was like Dad that's Rodney. Dad keeps flipping saying shut up Brian, it's not Rodney. He's at school. Dad it was, he says. Dad puts it back to say,"see it's not Rod- god ****'t it it is Rodney." lulz busted. didn't care best time ever
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