'75 was my freshman year at OU and I ended up there because I wanted to be in the Pride and go to the Orange Bowl. After sweating bullets through the close games with Miami, Colorado, and Texas, things were looking good. (At the hotel the night before the Texas game, I came into the room and one of the band girls was asleep for some reason in our room. She looked good laying there, but . . . that's another story. ) Later, Kansas came to town and we turned the ball over at least 8 times and I think those were on consecutive possessions. I was devastated going off the field that day as I could just hear my mother lecturing me about why I should have attended one of the Oklahoma directional schools with a scholarship rather than going to OU (where tuition was a whole $12.25 an hour). Anyway, after the Missouri excitement and Washington's run, we creamed Nebraska and I remember getting creamed myself by an orange as we were playing on the field after the game. So I got to go the Orange Bowl after all. Just before pregame we were on the sidelines and heard about Ohio State losing. The whole atmosphere changed. There wasn't a lot of offense that night, but especially for Michigan as they could do very little against the Selmons, Jimbo, etc. Then there was the girl the night before the '76 Nebraska game I'll just say it was very cold outside. Who says band guys are geeky?