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Thankfully my daughter was not alive yet to witness this tragic event, but on 10/10/2003, the Gopher Football team suffered its worst loss in my lifetime, against the hated Michigan Wolverines.
I still remember coming in on the next Monday to the WCCO-TV newsroom and, per my lowly duties as a college student working as a production assistant, archiving the Friday night newscast scripts. Perhaps the most frustrating and depressing thing I've ever read in my life so far was the original script of what was to be read on the 10PM news, written by Ralph Jon Fritz - now retired and living in Florida. The abridged summary of the exerpt described how the Gophers won the "biggest game in 36 years" and how they "had the inside track to the Rose Bowl," among other acolades.
Of course, this was all written at about 9:30 PM, about 30 minutes before the newscast started, and at about the same time as our beloved 13th ranked Gophers took an insurmountable 28-7 lead into the 4th Quarter against mighty Michigan in its quest to start the 2003 season 7-0. With two BT road wins already in the bank and just two road games left (one versus crappy Illinois), not playng Ohio State or Purdue, and having a high chance of being favored in the rest of its games along the way, nothing could stop the Gophers from reaching the apex of the program under Grinning Glen Mason, who suddenly had made running the football sexy and relevant again amongst the national scope of college football.
Alas, we all know how this Greek tragedy played out. All of a sudden, there were no running lanes for Barber, Maroney, or Tapeh. I stood helpless in the south endzone of the stadium, watching Lloyd Carr dial up screen pass after screen pass to BT POY Chris Perry - wondering why our beloved Coach Mason refused to replace the man guarding Perry - middle linebacker Ben West, who despite giving it every ounce of effort he had, couldn't be expected to guard Perry playing on basically one leg due to injury. I watched helplessly as a Perry fumble with less than a minute to go bounced the only direction possible for the one Michigan player within 10 yards of the fumble to be able to recover it, when all probability would suggest the ball should bounce any other direction, in which case it would be likely be scooped up by a Gopher who would at the very least have a lengthy return of the fumble to set up Rhys Lloyd with a game-winning FG. But of course, the ball bounced Michigan's way. The same spoiled Michigan team that would go on to the Rose Bowl literally stole one from the Gophers. If you have a copy of the game, take a look at the grid on Lloyd Carr's face right after the Rivas FG with :50 left. You can literally hear Carr say to himself "there's no way in H we deserve to win this game but somehow we did."
Anyway, thanks for reading my thoughts on this game. Even nine years later, this one still stings. I plan to sit back - as I do every year on 10/10 - pop in the DVD of the game, pour myself a stiff bourbon, and relive the horror of the night of 10/10/2003.
Some may call it sadistic - others might call it theraputic. Over time the pain has slowly started to go away, but even today, nine years later it is still tough to get over this one.
I still remember coming in on the next Monday to the WCCO-TV newsroom and, per my lowly duties as a college student working as a production assistant, archiving the Friday night newscast scripts. Perhaps the most frustrating and depressing thing I've ever read in my life so far was the original script of what was to be read on the 10PM news, written by Ralph Jon Fritz - now retired and living in Florida. The abridged summary of the exerpt described how the Gophers won the "biggest game in 36 years" and how they "had the inside track to the Rose Bowl," among other acolades.
Of course, this was all written at about 9:30 PM, about 30 minutes before the newscast started, and at about the same time as our beloved 13th ranked Gophers took an insurmountable 28-7 lead into the 4th Quarter against mighty Michigan in its quest to start the 2003 season 7-0. With two BT road wins already in the bank and just two road games left (one versus crappy Illinois), not playng Ohio State or Purdue, and having a high chance of being favored in the rest of its games along the way, nothing could stop the Gophers from reaching the apex of the program under Grinning Glen Mason, who suddenly had made running the football sexy and relevant again amongst the national scope of college football.
Alas, we all know how this Greek tragedy played out. All of a sudden, there were no running lanes for Barber, Maroney, or Tapeh. I stood helpless in the south endzone of the stadium, watching Lloyd Carr dial up screen pass after screen pass to BT POY Chris Perry - wondering why our beloved Coach Mason refused to replace the man guarding Perry - middle linebacker Ben West, who despite giving it every ounce of effort he had, couldn't be expected to guard Perry playing on basically one leg due to injury. I watched helplessly as a Perry fumble with less than a minute to go bounced the only direction possible for the one Michigan player within 10 yards of the fumble to be able to recover it, when all probability would suggest the ball should bounce any other direction, in which case it would be likely be scooped up by a Gopher who would at the very least have a lengthy return of the fumble to set up Rhys Lloyd with a game-winning FG. But of course, the ball bounced Michigan's way. The same spoiled Michigan team that would go on to the Rose Bowl literally stole one from the Gophers. If you have a copy of the game, take a look at the grid on Lloyd Carr's face right after the Rivas FG with :50 left. You can literally hear Carr say to himself "there's no way in H we deserve to win this game but somehow we did."
Anyway, thanks for reading my thoughts on this game. Even nine years later, this one still stings. I plan to sit back - as I do every year on 10/10 - pop in the DVD of the game, pour myself a stiff bourbon, and relive the horror of the night of 10/10/2003.
Some may call it sadistic - others might call it theraputic. Over time the pain has slowly started to go away, but even today, nine years later it is still tough to get over this one.