I've been to Doak four times now. 1996, 1998, 2002, and Saturday. Only one of the games involved a magic potion called Wild Turkey. It tastes so good when it hits your lips. We set up about 2pm near the track with my best man's old roommate's father who has a huge RV, especially for an FSU grad. The best Brunswick Stew I've ever had, some better than usual publix wings. I didn't realize that tostidos chips and queso dip could ever taste as good. I just knew it would be a perfect day. Before we started drinking, FSU was going to win 45-17 I thought. A couple of WTs and cokes and all the sudden FSU was going to break our hearts, 31-28. A shot of WT chased by another WT and Coke and WE HAVE A CHANCE!!! 24-23 UF. A side note, WT makes you throw perfect spirals, I felt like Elway throwing the ball in the parking lot. I only hit one old lady, and that was an accident. My friend's sister came by and she's a soph at FSU and she's in the music department. She sings, and we ask her if she knows any Pearl Jam and all the sudden there's a group of us trying to sing and teach 'Jeremy' and 'Crazy Mary' to her. Obviously I'm loaded at this point, and Florida is going to kick the #badword# out of Florida State. It's time to go so without even realizing it I put a canned Bud Light in both of my pockets (I was wearing pants) and two in the pockets of my windbreaker. I forgot how open the mike is at Doak. Anything goes apparently at that place, middle aged women using the eff word... it's awesome. (The word 'Homosexual' easily fits when you sing it to the War Chant rythm by the way, I learned that on the way into the stadium). So we get into the stadium (are there any cops in Doak?) and we find our seats. I turn around to find my friend and apparently I just missed him getting sucker punched by an FSU fan and my friend really wants a piece of this guy. All the sudden I'm Coach Dale from Hoosiers after they guy's dad shows up hammered, telling my friend that I need his head in this game and to not start crap to get us tossed. I want to watch this game. I win the negotiation and I get to watch the game and as an added bonus, my friend doesn't get killed. At this point I remember that I have a four pack on me and those go under our seats. I look around and there are still no cops and I'm drinking BEER WHILE STANDING UP AT DOAK like they sell it there. The beer tastes like Gatorade at that point. The game was incredible. I had a sinking feeling the whole game that somehow FSU was going to break our hearts again, but I was thankful that Jeff Bowden is an idiot. As the clock hit zero, I just looked to the sky and soaked it all in. I called my dad so he could hear what it was like. We waited for Zook to come back out of the locker room. We walked over to the ESPN set and watched that. We were the last people to leave the stadium. I'm proud. I'm proud of me that I remember the game and that I'll never forget it and I can't wait to tell future generations about it. I'm proud of our guys, only one should have been ejected. I'm proud of Zook for hanging in there. The man is awesome. I'm proud of (I can't believe I'm saying this) Fedora for not abandoning the run in the 4th quarter. Go Gators!