We were living in West Palm Beach, Florida in 1992.  My best friend Doug and I felt like we were the only Bama fans in the state.  Florida had abused us in '91 (even though it ended up being the only game we lost) and everyone there thought Miam was unbeatable.  Even though we were undefeated, we weren't impressing people with a grinding offense and a stiffling defense.

I opened the paper one morning to read that Florida hadn't sold nearly 2,000 of their allotted tickets...and we sprang into action.  I was so broke I could hardly pay the rent, but I called my parents and told them I knew what I wanted for Christmas, and I wanted it early.  We paid $30 each--face value--for seats in the Florida section.  The end zone at Legion Field would be our vantage point for history.

We left after work Friday to make the long drive to Birmingham.  Stayed with one of Doug's buddies who lived outside of town.  I couldn't sleep.  We got up early Saturday, on a cold Alabama winter day and went squirrel hunting to pass the time.  Finally we headed for the stadium.  Florida was the home team for the game and we were surrounded by blue shirts.

The Army-Navy game ran late, so they delayed the kickoff for what seemed like forever.  Finally we were underway.   I still go back and watch that tape, and I can remember and anticipate nearly every play.  Our swarming defense--ranked #1 in the country shutting down Eric Rhett when they tried to run...Barker hitting Brown in the end zone for the 14-7 halftime lead.  In hindsight, the second biggest play of the game was Proctor nailing a 40 yard extra point after a pair of penalties to make it 21-7.  If he doesn't hit that (and it just barely cleared) Florida isn't passing late because they would have been ahead 21-20.

Then Florida coming back to tie the game.  And finally Antonio Langham baiting Matthews into the pick--and running right toward our end zone.  We were yelling and screamng and celebrating at the top of our lungs while all those Florida fans who had been so confident began to slink out of the stadium.  I've never been more excited at a game than that moment.  Watching the sugar cubes and packets flying through the air (and remembering Lou Holtz saying "I'm glad we're not going to the Gator Bowl") to celebrate the win.  Chanting "Gator meat is Sugar sweet!"  Driving home Sunday morning, we flew the Bama car flags all the way across the Sunshine State and rubbed it in every chance we got. 

Only one thing left to say--do it again boys, do it again.