From the eyes of a UF student: Speechless
Words can’t describe it.
Shock. Awe. Disbelief. Euphoria. Elation. That’s probably the closest I can get to the way I and Gator Nation have been feeling since just after midnight this morning. Actually, most of those feelings set in far before midnight. They began to creep in at the beginning of the second quarter, when UF went up by two touchdowns, and they were set in stone as the Gators entered the fourth quarter up by 20.
For me, it was like watching a game in a mosh pit. I was with about 25 other Gator fans piled around two TVs in my friend’s living room. Every time the Gators scored, we erupted in celebration. We high-fived and hugged. We yelled and sang Gator chants. I was tackled at least four times.
At one point, I even took a shot to the mouth and busted my lip, but I didn’t care.
We witnessed the greatest moment a Gator fan could imagine. As the final minutes ticked down, we realized what we had to do next. My friend’s house is about a mile from University Avenue. After changing into tennis shoes, we ran (actually walked and jogged) down to the happiest street in the world. Gator fans covered the streets, trees, light poles and restaurant roofs. Strangers hugged and kissed one another. It was like we didn’t know what to do. We were too happy to make sense.
I tried for a month to do any and everything to be in Glendale, Arizona, last night. At one point I almost paid $1,000 for a ticket.
But thank God I didn’t. You couldn’t pay me enough to not be in Gainesville, Florida, with 40,000 of the most overjoyed people on earth.
Shock. Awe. Disbelief. Euphoria. Elation. That’s probably the closest I can get to the way I and Gator Nation have been feeling since just after midnight this morning. Actually, most of those feelings set in far before midnight. They began to creep in at the beginning of the second quarter, when UF went up by two touchdowns, and they were set in stone as the Gators entered the fourth quarter up by 20.
For me, it was like watching a game in a mosh pit. I was with about 25 other Gator fans piled around two TVs in my friend’s living room. Every time the Gators scored, we erupted in celebration. We high-fived and hugged. We yelled and sang Gator chants. I was tackled at least four times.
At one point, I even took a shot to the mouth and busted my lip, but I didn’t care.
We witnessed the greatest moment a Gator fan could imagine. As the final minutes ticked down, we realized what we had to do next. My friend’s house is about a mile from University Avenue. After changing into tennis shoes, we ran (actually walked and jogged) down to the happiest street in the world. Gator fans covered the streets, trees, light poles and restaurant roofs. Strangers hugged and kissed one another. It was like we didn’t know what to do. We were too happy to make sense.
I tried for a month to do any and everything to be in Glendale, Arizona, last night. At one point I almost paid $1,000 for a ticket.
But thank God I didn’t. You couldn’t pay me enough to not be in Gainesville, Florida, with 40,000 of the most overjoyed people on earth.
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