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Originally Posted by Godfather
It feel pretty crappy actually.
I yearn for the days of Muddy. When you could bring booze into the stadium and the cops would look the other way. When you could throw the booze bottles at the opposing team's players and not get tossed out. When you could rush the field after insignificant victories and the field wasn't ten feet lower than the lowest seats. When you KNEW the drunk, cute and naive freshman chick sitting next to you in the student section was so messed up that she would ride your pole right there on the bench, no raincoat needed.
DAMN, those were the days!
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I mean just from a football winning perspective, not a "My name in Blanch and all I do at games is get hammered and strike out with fat chicks" perspective.