Originally Posted by
AZOUFan
I first moved to Phoenix in 1996, Nebraska played Florida for the NC that year in the Fiesta Bowl. I hate Nebraska football, but my roommate and some friends were big Husker fans, so I went along. We pulled into the parking garage and a guy from Florida had written "Florida is going to beat Nebraska like Lawrence Phillips beats his girlfriend" in his back window. (NU running back, arrested, suspended, reinstated for domestic violence right before the game). In the 1/2 mile walk from the garage to a bar on Mill Ave. I had turned into a Husker fan and bought a Nebraska shirt and hat to wear. Yes it burned my skin but it was worth it to ensure I wasn't associated with the classless band of drunk college idiots who's sole purpose in life was to yell and curse as loudly as possible.
Every single Gator fan, young and old alike sang the "It's GREAT to be, a Florida Gator, It's GREAT to be, a Florida Gator, It's Great to be, a Flori..." ad nauseum. The bar we sat in was split down the middle just like the Cotton Bowl, and it was UGLY. The loudest, most obnoxious jerk fans in the world on that side. We're gonna spank you losers, Nebraska sucks, Tommy Frazier sucks, It's GREAT to be, a Florida Gator...man, I'm getting mad just reflecting on it now.
So as you know, Nebraska THROTTLED them 63 - 24 or something, don't remember, it was ugly. And perhaps that's why, they were so gracious in defeat. Not a peep, not a fight (that I saw), nothing. We were walking down Mill Ave. afterwards screaming in a drunken stupor and a carload of Gator fans simply smiled, shrugged their shoulders as if to say "yep, we got humiliated". Now, what would it have been like if the score was reversed? I predict an LA Riots type of scene.
12 years ago, a cross country trip and my lasting impression is that Gator fans by and large (yes I'm generalizing, pardon me) were back in the day, a bunch of classless jerks. I can't imagine how bad it might be on their home turf. Sorry to be a downer, maybe someone has a nicer story.
PS - I threw away the shirt and hat in the dumpster outside our apartment when we returned home that evening. Don't want anyone thinking badly of me here.