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it's the early 80's in Miami and i'm a junior taking Sports Administration at a small school called Biscayne College. It's the weekend of the Miami - Terps college football game and my parents sent down 8 tickets to the game for me to take some friends to the game. My roommate at the time is a 25 year old kid from philly that they call crusher. He flies home once a month to collect his unemployment check while attending school. He gets back in the Friday before the game and says he wrote his dads credit card number down when he was home and so we head to the liquor store with a piece of paper with numbers on it and proceed to ring up a couple hundred in booze for a party in the dorms that night. Biscayne at the time housed the Dolphins workout facilities so we would see the team all the time at lunch and driving around campus. We have a huge party that night on campus. I have some sort of social coordinator job and have convinced the Coasters to do a late night show after the regular show that night in our crappy little campus bar. The lead singer says pay him in cash and only him. I don't care. The show is scheduled to start at 1 am and obviously everyone is annihilated waiting for them to show up, They roll in a 1:30 am I give the lead singer his 1,000 for showing up. He says can you get us some blow and hands me back $200.
It's Miami in the 80's $200 in blow is a big pile. I give him half of it. They play and we head back to our dorms after the show. And keep partying. It's about 3:30 am and we have about 20 people partying in our dorm which is recently converted hotel on campus. A huge Limo rolls up and two frosh girls hop out with Mark Duper and Fulton Walker. So it's 4 am and The Coaster and two Dolphins are doing blow in our bathroom . They of course need more. So they hand me another $200 and I make the call. By the time the guy shows up Duper, Walker and the frosh have gone to the girls dorm and The coasters have to play some show in Jacksonville that night and their drummer has got them in the van and are gone.

The cafeteria opens at 7 and the ladies who work there put together 8 picnic lunches to tailgate with. So me and another dude head over to get some breakfast and pick up our food. There is one other person in line and its Don Shula. Don gets his breakfast which includes two halves of grapefruit, cut and ready to go. My buddy says to the lady that looks good. I'll take some grapefruit. She says sorry. No other grapefruit. He mutters I guess you have to be Don Shula to get some grapefruit. Don Shula turns on a dime and looks at my buddy and says "Fuck You Punk" Now Don is a God to everyone down there so of course we are shocked but can't stop laughing. I believe I said Fuck You Punk at least 100 times the rest of the day.

Fast Forward to the game, We have brought in so much booze. There are maybe 100 Terp fans there. We are down 31-0 at the half. I am calling my parents on a pay phone in the Orange Bowl at half to say thanks for nothing. I spend half the second half in the bathroom peeing, the other half hugging random Terp fans as the terps roll back to win. After the game we run into the miami end zone and grab hand fulls of grass. We head to a crappy little bar after the game. I am posted up at the bar. And every 5 minutes I break into M A R Y L A N D... Maryland will win.... This is not going over that well with the other patrons. They proceed to start buying me shots of Jack which I drink and toast the Terps, My friends say I have 8-10 shots in the first hour I was there. The last thing I remember is walking to the bathroom and tripping over the dance floor and going down. They say they let me lay on the dance floor for an hour or so. Finally management asks that they get me out of there. They take me to the car and dump me in the back seat. After some time there is a bang on the door and a flashlight. The cop asks if everything is ok and can he see some ID. I reach into my left pocket and pull out a handful of grass. Reach into my right pocket and feel a giant bag of blow that I owe Duper. And find my wallet on the floor. Cop walks inside with my ID asks who knows me and says take me home.

As a side note my teacher who was the SID at Miami comes in Monday and writes $5,000,000 on the board. Asks if anyone knows what that number is?
And proceeds to say that is what losing to Maryland cost the then independent Miami.