<blockquote><div class="name-said">KoreAmBear;701672 said:</div><hr>I don't know if you remember, but the game before the 1999 Big Game, Ainsworth almost single handedly brought us back against Oregon but Boller got injured. So we played the next week with a fourth string walkon or something like that and we got hammered at the Farm (even though Deltha single handedly tried to keep us in it). That was when the riot police assembled arm in arm and stood before us at the start of the 4th quarter, because in 1997 we tore the goal posts down. That was a killjoy having to see all that riot police as we're trying to enjoy a football game. Stinkin Furds.<hr></blockquote><br /><br />KoreAmBear:<br />That brings back one of my fondest memories. Thank you.<br /><br />I have recounted on this board about that stretch of years when Cal fans attacked the tree at Cal, then at Furd, then at Cal. The tree-cutters were finally stopped that 3rd year when Stanford hid rugby type players in with the band, and when the rush of drunken students leaped out from the student section, these big dudes dropped their instruments (fake players) and pummeled the kids with solid punches on the ground. It was kinda ugly looking!<br /><br />But the year before, we tore the tree to pieces at Furd after moving laterally thru the stands past the blockade of ushers in the Stanford North Endzone, gaining entrance to the field at the 50 yard line. A linear stream of blue and gold could be seen cutting thru the red and white from up high in the endzone. The majority of the Cal fans remained there and watched and cheered what was happening at the far South endzone (tree torn to bits). Meanwhile, the low, field level, security force which was positioned to trap all of us in the endzone couldn't understand why we were cheering. It was hilarious, and Cal fans stayed long after the game, despite getting crushed in the contest. The ending was worth the defeat!<br /><br />Literally, patches of green could be seen rising above the mass commotion of blue, red, gold, and white, like ashes over a smoldering fire. Like I said, the next year at Cal, the Band brought the fight club in and I haven't seen it since.