Originally Posted by wifeisafurd
Not kidding, I was a new alum and in grad school, sitting in the visitor section with a freind from grad school, who also was a Furd undegrad. I had written him a check for the bet, which is now in halfs and framed. Somewhere accross the stadium, in the good visitor's seats, was this blond chick dressed in red and white who later became Mrs. Furd. She still swears to this day that see saw one of players knees touch. Me, I saw very little of the play from my vantage point, just a lot of chaos. Somewhat ironic. Also, given where I was sitting, I didn't rush the field. I still get goose bumps listening to Starkey's call of The Play and recalling I was there for (but really didn't see the best parts) of The Play.
Great story. I think it hilarious that you call your wife Mrs. Furd. Lmao. What does she call you I wonder (assuming she posted on the Furd site)?