I must give credit: the energy levels in the stadium matched Emory Jones’ and Brenton Cox’s performance in the first half, which declined right before the half. It picked up again at the half and was sustained by Anthony Richardson and Dameon Pierce on offense, and the entire defensive line in the second half. If Jones could have thrown the ball away as Richardson did there would not be as many interceptions. On defense it was the balance between timing the FSU offensive snap and being offsides.
In short: The energy was amazing throughout with short spurts of despair after interceptions.
Side observation: It was obvious many of the Nole fans were only here to beat the downtrodden Gators. The ones around me apparently had never been to a Nole game at the Erector Set. Younger FSU fans are trash. Older ones are cool. The older ones were surprised that we honored Bobby Bowden at the game. Spurrier himself had nothing but good things to say about his rival.
Thanks for the insights—narrative and backstory.
As for our honoring Bobby, you couldn’t hate the guy.
In fact, those days when we were led by SS and they by BB was a time “when giants roamed the fields and stadiums in Florida”: They were truly “the honored rivals”... We used to play pranks on each other, whether directly in small groups or as whole populations of fans from the respective Universities, even traveling cross-state (bout a 150 miles out #10, as I recall) to mark up their local booster billboards or swipe some “trophy” from their campus just to bring back to Gainesville to display publicly at Florida Field on GameDay, for example; there wasn’t so much contempt or hatred as much as good-natured, mostly-FUN.
No, with UM it was different:
THEY were absolute spoiled pricks, seemingly dominated by “dumb blondes” and “gold-chained, garish acetate open-neck-shirted frat boys”...The one year I went down there to see us beat them in the Orange Bowl (a seedy, dark gray rotting old pile in what WAS the worst part of Miami, by the way), me and my friends had to fight our way in through the tunnels and ramps TO our seats, go back’n’forth thru it for beers etc DURING the game, and then that horrendous odyssey getting OUT (involving not simply fighting through roving bands of the aforementioned “wealthy spoiled greaseballs”, but having to defend and fight off the ones already harassing elderly Gator fans that we encountered and rescued on our way just to finally get OUT of that horrible venue in the first place...only to discover, upon our return to my (unfortunately “Gators”- bumper-sticker-encumbered) Firebird (“the LoveTunnel”, so named by my friends for its dark silver-blue finish and matching DARKEST darked-out sunshade window film—and other more dubious reasons my friends joked about...what can I say? We were college undergrads!—that I’d parked in what I’d THOUGHT was a “safer” spot on a quiet street in a nicer area over near The Grove, found my tires slashed and an intentionally-attacked, rock-still-sitting-on-the-hood windshield!
We just HATED them—and frankly, that just never changed for me—even with having met and liked some Miami grads since (even specifically coming to respect the work of some of their “Marine Sciences” and later FILM department people later as a professional in Hollywood, CA—I’d had friends and spent much time in and with friends in H’wood Fla!)...
That “Hard Rock” venue they play in and stage the “Orange Bowl” in NOW looks like a huge improvement—but I just won’t EVER be able to “upgrade” my general impression when it comes to my views and suspicions as to who and what I expect from them and theirs TODAY!
Sorry.