my apologies to you frat guys out there. http://rivals.yahoo.com/ncaa/football/blog/dr_saturday/post/Things-We-Love-Frat-guys-on-camera?urn=ncaaf,141767#remaining-content
I'll never forget the moment I realized he caught that ball for as long as I live. I still get chills when I watch it.
I was listening to the radio broadcast at work and I thought we had pulled off the best trick play ever!
I had actually turned off the TV in the living room after the field goal, swearing off football for the foreseeable future, or at least the rest of the day. I went to the computer, sat down, and thought, "What am I doing?! I HAVE to watch the hole game!" I turned the TV back on in just enough time to see the Clayton catch and timeout. Unbelievable. I love this: Expertly crafted.
I was watching the tube. Didn't have Hawthorne on. I just sat back and enjoyed replay after replay watching the Kentucky fans go from jubilation to shock.
Permanently etched into my memory, watched the game with a few friends of mine and we were all dumbstruck. But a lot of people forget Michael Clayton's catch that made that whole play possible. On a side note, a friend of mine works at Cingular (AT&T) and says he took a customer service call from none other than Tie Guy's mom. Apparently after she realized she had called Baton Rouge she launched into a tirade about how much she hated LSU fans for making fun of her baby boy. There was also the time when a girl from UF called his office from Gainesville and thought he was going to cut off her service since he went to LSU. :hihi:
Before Katrina I was working as a personal chef for a bunch of the NBA Hornets and I used to go over to their houses/ condos and cook for them so they wouldn't have to go out for food and could stay at home, relax and prepare mentally for the next practice or game. The very next morning after we beat Kentucky I had to go cook for Jamaal Magloire at his condo in downtown New Orleans. Imagine, for a moment what it was like to see a seven foot All American from UK answer the door with shorts and no shirt on and you're standing there in your LSU hat. I didn't have to ask him if he saw the game yesterday. I smiled and very politely asked him if it was OK to put away my knife back in my equipment bag. He smiled and said yea. Then he told me how we lucked out. All I could do was give him a $hit eating grin and say " you should be so lucky!" quickly followed by "No hard feelings?". He smiled and said "No hard feelings! Come on in." As polite and cordial as he was I have to tell you that it was about forty-five minutes before I could comfortably get within ten feet of him - just in case. Every time he tried to talk to me, all I could do was shake my head and try to stifle my laughs. He smiled a lot that day too. It was something I'll never forget as long as I live. He was very cool that day because the day before he kept giving me mild grief about LSU having to play in Kentucky's back yard over the phone.
