…with a nerf basketball that I launched onto the court after a devastating OT loss.
The year before, I obtained his cell-phone number and posted it on a sign at the game. And we called it about a thousand times.
That same year, J.R. VanHoose, during pre-game warmups, walked over to me in the front row of the student section, grabbed my sign and tore it up. Right in front of me. What did that sign read? Nothing too bad, just poking fun at a recent DUI arrest.
During the infamous “Fire Drill Game,” I literally had to restrain my shit-faced friend in the Civic Center tunnel from punching Greg White in the face.
Needless to say, I’ve had some interesting moments during the Capital Classic. But one fact remains: I hate Marshall, and very little gives me more pleasure than watching yet another dejected Herd crowd leave the Civic Center each year.
Can’t wait….see you guys inside.
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