12-02-2013, 03:26 PM
the only emotion left from the play is in Joe Starkey's recorded voice. I didn't see any 31 year old T-shirts before, during, or after the Beat Down this year. I mean it's great they have (or used to have, when my father-in-law dragged me to it before every game) an actual shrine to The Play along the wall where something like a Rose Bowl trophy might go. Whatever you think of thievery, instant replay and whatnot, that play was pretty cool. Why not score or die trying on the last play? (Better chance tossing the ball around then taking a knee to save time and going with a Hail Mary.) LSJUMB is what made that play become more than it was. People remember it from Starkey wailing 'the band is on the field!' more than anything else. That night we watched a replay in Atlanta. Hi-larious. Trombone dude was NAILED! At the time, we couldn't have told you the names of the teams. Was that from somewhere out in wacky California?
I'll say one thing; Auburn's announcer put Starkey to shame. On the radio replay you knew exactly what was happening while it was happening with just enough homer optimism ("Oh my God") to make it suitable for time capsule. And the stakes in BG '82 with an All American Bowl (ironically in Birmingham) on the line for 5-5 Stanford really do pale in comparison to an Iron Bowl that may prove to be for all the marbles. Ultimate all-time revenge for Toomer's Corner.
Didn't see it live as we had one of the three Bay Area TV sets tuned in to watch Georgia Tech figure out yet another way to lose to the Georgia Dwags. Double overtime on a pass tipped three times is at least somewhat creative. (Son text when Tech was leading 20-0 and simply dominating in the first half: "Looking good to finally win this one." Dad's response: "Tech has ZERO chance of winning this game." "Shut your mouth." "I've seen this movie before. Trust me.") Flipped over to the Iron Bowl to watch Saban eschew the field goal attempt that would put them up ten. My wife called him an asshole. "Hope he loses." Tech completes its inevitable meltdown. Flip back to watch an Auburn player with a look of wonder on his face. Pan to the Jorden-Hare field covered in orange pom poms. What happened? Replay. Holy crap - that is awesome. Son texts: "War Eagle. Ha ha."
P.S. Pac12 Network has been showing classic games. 1982 Stanford-Washington and 1982 Stanford-California ran back-to-back. It will never go away. Might as well embrace it or ignore it.
I'll say one thing; Auburn's announcer put Starkey to shame. On the radio replay you knew exactly what was happening while it was happening with just enough homer optimism ("Oh my God") to make it suitable for time capsule. And the stakes in BG '82 with an All American Bowl (ironically in Birmingham) on the line for 5-5 Stanford really do pale in comparison to an Iron Bowl that may prove to be for all the marbles. Ultimate all-time revenge for Toomer's Corner.
Didn't see it live as we had one of the three Bay Area TV sets tuned in to watch Georgia Tech figure out yet another way to lose to the Georgia Dwags. Double overtime on a pass tipped three times is at least somewhat creative. (Son text when Tech was leading 20-0 and simply dominating in the first half: "Looking good to finally win this one." Dad's response: "Tech has ZERO chance of winning this game." "Shut your mouth." "I've seen this movie before. Trust me.") Flipped over to the Iron Bowl to watch Saban eschew the field goal attempt that would put them up ten. My wife called him an asshole. "Hope he loses." Tech completes its inevitable meltdown. Flip back to watch an Auburn player with a look of wonder on his face. Pan to the Jorden-Hare field covered in orange pom poms. What happened? Replay. Holy crap - that is awesome. Son texts: "War Eagle. Ha ha."
P.S. Pac12 Network has been showing classic games. 1982 Stanford-Washington and 1982 Stanford-California ran back-to-back. It will never go away. Might as well embrace it or ignore it.
Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working .I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work. Peter Gibbons
