since that fateful day, or maybe it was at night, when, in the Swamp, or perhaps some other stadium, Steve Spurrier either did or didn't call timeout and then had his team either throw or kick to score some number of points to beat Kentucky or maybe someone else in such a shameful way that the memory was seared on his soul as the ultimate example of classlessness equalled neither before nor since, except in games he may not know about or can't remember.