I was born and grew up in Tallahassee in the late 70s and 80s and graduated from FSU in 97. Florida State football was a major, major part of my childhood experience. We didn't go to many games, but I can still hear Gene Deckerhoff and Vic Prinzi calling games (moving left to right on your radio dial) like it was yesterday. I remember listening to the games while clutching my football. During commercial breaks, I'd toss the ball down the hallway and into an empty laundry hamper - sometimes it'd even go in.
When we did go to games, I remember how you could feel the electricity in the stadium. I remember releasing columns of Garnet and Gold balloons into the sky (that's a thing of the past) and watching the spirit spear light up as it measured crowd noise (sadly the spirit spear is no more). I remember pre-dynasty greats like Greg Allen, Hassan Jones, and Herb Gainer.
I remember what seemed like huge wins against teams like Michigan State and Michigan. I remember unbearable losses to the Gators. I can still see Bubba McDowell knocking down a two point conversion pass from Danny McManus that would have given Florida State a victory over Miami (and likely its first National Championship in 1987). I sadly remember the Seminole Rap and digging it at the time - until Miami blew us out to open the 88 season. I remember Wide Right (all of them). I remember Charlie Ward as a punter, then a QB who threw a lot of interceptions, then a Heisman winner. I remember what it felt like when FSU won its first National Championship by beating Nebraska.
Today, I know how it feels when I see my 4 year old step son do the warchant - well its kind of the warchant - we're still working on it. We'll perfect it before we take him to his first game next season. I also know the joy of seeing my 5 month old son in an FSU shirt and hat - even if he doesn't have a clue what it is.
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