The difference in talent between the two teams was as lopsided as any game I've ever seen. Without seeing the score you could tell Baylor was beating the **** out of them. Bigger, faster, and more athletic at just about every position.
I realize there are probably worse Iowa State teams in the history of the program, but the worst team I have watched closely in my living memory was 2008.
That was the second Chizik team. They went 2-10 (0-8 in the Big 12).
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Easy wins over overmatched MVC and MAC schools
Lose a grinding defense game at Kinnick
Somehow lose to a crappy UNLV team in overtime
Take a big lead into halftime against ranked KU -- and pee it away
Four weeks of generally getting our teeth kicked in
Lose at Colorado... on the infamous option to the short side of the field... somehow could not score to win from 1st and goal on four tries...
Missouri kicks our butt, and Kansas State handles us
Then Chizik bailed -- somehow got a promotion after 5-19 to Auburn.
What an awful season to forget.
Not only were they bad, but they were boring. The Iowa, UNLV, Kansas, and Colorado games were there for a taking (for a record of 6-6 and a bowl game), but we just never seemed like we were really all that interested in actually winning games.
This is why alcohol was invented
For some reason one of the things I remember is we finally scored a touchdown late in the 4th quarter after we were down 60 some odd points, only to have Baylor return the ensuring kickoff for a touchdown.
Reading that was so depressing..
The amount of booze I downed during and following all of these games makes me wince in pain just thinking about it.
The Mizzou game was especially brutal. A buddy and I were road tripping down to Columbia, but not staying either night. We left Ames at like 3AM on Saturday. He was "responsible" and went to bed early (10PM) on Friday and was only going to bring a 12 pack for tailgating. I went to bed at 2AM for about 30 minutes. I grabbed two large coffees at the now Kum & Go at Mortenson and South Dakota (was something else in '05), and we were tailgating by 8:30AM or so.
The drive back was just terrible. We were tired, dejected, possibly still drunk (I was anyway), and starving (we did not bring a grill). We gorged ourselves at a Golden Corral in Kirkwood. When we got back to Ames (some time around 9 maybe), I went back out until god knows when.
Sunday hurt. A lot.
I vividly remember the Iowa and the CU games. I was probably 10 years old at the time. Those were the two best memories in Jack Trice history for me for a long time until 2011 and 2012 and thennnn 2017 lol.Living and dying on every one of those games wasn't much better.
Those Iowa, Aggy, Farmageddon, and Tornado games were pretty amazing though.
The difference in talent between the two teams was as lopsided as any game I've ever seen. Without seeing the score you could tell Baylor was beating the **** out of them. Bigger, faster, and more athletic at just about every position.
The amount of booze I downed during and following all of these games makes me wince in pain just thinking about it.
The Mizzou game was especially brutal. A buddy and I were road tripping down to Columbia, but not staying either night. We left Ames at like 3AM on Saturday. He was "responsible" and went to bed early (10PM) on Friday and was only going to bring a 12 pack for tailgating. I went to bed at 2AM for about 30 minutes. I grabbed two large coffees at the now Kum & Go at Mortenson and South Dakota (was something else in '05), and we were tailgating by 8:30AM or so.
The drive back was just terrible. We were tired, dejected, possibly still drunk (I was anyway), and starving (we did not bring a grill). We gorged ourselves at a Golden Corral in Kirkwood. When we got back to Ames (some time around 9 maybe), I went back out until god knows when.
Sunday hurt. A lot.
I think I've told this story on here before, but I remember watching that with my dad -- can't remember if we saw it live or on the highlights -- and Dad said,"Dear God, I hope they don't come steal our coach." They sure did.A butterfly flaps its wings and it starts raining in Central Park.
Woody Hayes punches that Clemson player and Iowa State sucks at football.
Please don't forget about the 2012 class which I don't think I'm exaggerating when I say it may be the worst recruiting class in the history of major college foot all.I've only been a fan since 2007 we I came for grad school. The stretch from 2013-2015 is the absolute worst football I've ever seen played, and played consistently. Couldn't stop anyone on defense. 2 losses to FCS teams, lost by 20 at Kansas, 5 game stretch in 2013 with 4 30+ point losses....then to lose that K-State game the way it went down. I couldn't understand why they brought CPR back in 2015. Go look at the 2009 and 2010 recruiting classes on 24/7, and count the number of names that you never remember hearing.
I’ve been a fan since the late Seventies. Please don’t make me go there.
It was like stepping off a cliff after Earle Bruce.[/QUOTE
Well now .....You have to understand that after Earle Bruce left, ISU decided to let the football program GO TO HELL and Hired Johnny Orr a year later and we became a BASKETBALL SCHOOL and have been ever since...and probably always will be....football suck-sess has been fleeting at best.
I think I've told this story on here before, but I remember watching that with my dad -- can't remember if we saw it live or on the highlights -- and Dad said,"Dear God, I hope they don't come steal our coach." They sure did.
Oh man, if we're just talking individual games it's hard to find one worse than the Baylor beatdown in 2013. 71-7. It was over in the first ten minutes.
October 6, 1979, Losing 24-7 to The University of the Pacific was my introduction into never feeling comfortable about a pushover opponent.
Forty one years and all those nut kicks later, I hope you younger fans can understand the feeling of impending doom we old-timers feel when it looks like there MIGHT be a W in the bag -only to have Lucy pull the football away at the last minute.
That said, optimism and hope for the future are a never ending commodity for the long-suffering Cyclone fan. It only makes the wins that much sweeter.