Boy, this thread is bringing back the memories. I was a freshman that last year we played at the old stadium in 74. I lived in Helser, just across the street. The first college game I ever went to was the Nebraska game at the Clyde someone mentioned earlier. I was high school junior, I think. Maybe soph, I don't remember for sure..lol. We drove up, (I grew up in Grinnell), and Nebraska, it seemed like, hadn't lost for a couple years. We scored late and needed only the extra point to win from the guy I believe was the first team Big 8 kicker. I was busy celebrating and turned just in time to see it sail wide right. Never took a extra point for granted again as long as I lived.
My main memory from the last season is another typical cyclone heartbreaker.. lol. This is purely from memory, but as i recall, we were leading Oklahoma late in the game, which was played primarily in a driving downpour. There were only a few hundred faithful left, who were only there cause we were leading OU. With a few minutes to go, deep in their own territory, OU threw a little screen pass to Joe Washington, who some of you might remember, had a decent pro career. Washington proceeded to weave back and forth across the field, through the mud, eventually taking it to the house after covering what seemed like about the entire field. We had an all Big 8 safety named Barry Hill who, I swear to God, had at least three different shots at him at various points on the field, missing him every time. Never forget that one.
My main memory from the last season is another typical cyclone heartbreaker.. lol. This is purely from memory, but as i recall, we were leading Oklahoma late in the game, which was played primarily in a driving downpour. There were only a few hundred faithful left, who were only there cause we were leading OU. With a few minutes to go, deep in their own territory, OU threw a little screen pass to Joe Washington, who some of you might remember, had a decent pro career. Washington proceeded to weave back and forth across the field, through the mud, eventually taking it to the house after covering what seemed like about the entire field. We had an all Big 8 safety named Barry Hill who, I swear to God, had at least three different shots at him at various points on the field, missing him every time. Never forget that one.