I am sure most of you have more than one BG story to share. Last minute wins, stolen mascots, tailgate mishaps, crying, celebrating, fights, on and on.
For me in l971, it was living in a frat house and not going to the pre-game bonfire and rally at the Greek, and instead staying in my frat room studying. I was a senior and cared little for the fraternity as a boarder, and never bothered the ongoing pledge glass. As it turned out, I was duped by the pledge class only to be kidnapped and subjected to a long ride up Strawberry Canyon where the drunk pledges planned to take me (bound at hands and feet) all the way down to Stanford. I was an easy target and this maddened me since I never pretended to be an active member. Rolling around in the back of someone's old VW van, I heard the pledges say there not only going to drop me off with a dime for a phone call, but also remove my clothes. Naked in Palo Alto the night before BG. I struggled and somehow removed the tape around my arms, and slid my feet out of the tape around my ankles. In so doing, I lost both my shoes. I managed to get out of the van and ran blindly down Strawberry Creek, yes in the shallow creek. Mud and I ruined the sweater my girlfriend had made for me. Eventually getting back to the Sigma Chi house, I phoned the Berkeley police and reported that I had been kidnapped. The house was empty due to the rally, but some of the pledges reappeared. The police did nothing, but I had to laugh as one of the pledges produced my driver's license that I had given him as a fake ID some weeks before - whereby the police officer thought he was me. I made it to BG in Palo Alto whereby Stanford won with a lackluster 14-0 victory.