That Pitt game was the first and last time I've seen 20,000 people living and dying with Ohio Football.
Hell, it was the first and last time I saw 20,000 people see the end of the game. I agree, even though we were not great that year, and Pitt was not great either...It started it all. Got us a lot of fans, recruits, recognition, etc. that ultimately helped us be more successful and accomplish many of the other later wins on the list.
I will never forget this night. I was working as an intern for the AD during the game escorting the old Rufus (Mouse) Bobcat around. The girls they had wearing the costume couldn't see going up and down steps so you kind of had to point them in the right direction. We also had to make sure little kids didn't jump the Bobcat from behind.
Anyway, there were to be two different Rufus Bobcats that night, separated by half. The first girl never showed up. The second girl showed up half-drunk. So she puts the costume on, and I'm not sure people remember but it was super muggy that night. She basically was down to her underwear in the suit. Low and behold, I underestimated how drunk she was. Twice we had to leave the stadium in the first half so she could take the giant bobcat head off and throw up in the bushes outside of Peden Tower. Even some passers by who were late coming to the game knew it was a bad night for the Bobcat.
So I talk to my supervisor and literally say "The Bobcat is drunk." He allows her to leave and I take the smelly costume back to the Convo storage area. As much as it sucked, because I wanted to do some actual work for my interning, I got to see the entire 2nd half from field level. I was standing in the opposite end zone when Dion Byrum intercepted the Tyler Palko pass and took it 80 yards to the house. Dion was running right towards me. I could already see students falling down over each other on Victory Hill trying to rush the field and the play wasn't even over! I moved off the field and ran up the steps and stood behind the goal post and witnessed the chaos that ensued.
I ran out of the stadium after about ten minutes and immediately called my dad. I asked if he had watched the game and he said no, but he could tell I was excited. The walk home to State Street that night was something I will never forget. With the biggest smile on my face I was high-fiving fellow students who were strangers, updating people who hadn't seen or heard about the game, and almost running back to my house because the feeling was so overwhelming. It's one of those nights in college that will be impossible to erase from your mind.
Last Edited: 8/28/2014 11:54:31 AM by GoCats105