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What was your first truly epic meltdown as a Husky fan?
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Arizona in 1992. 22 game win streak heading in, but no Camaro. Dawgs ranked #1 after Zona goes wide right against @creepycoug in the Orange Bowl. A young HS aged Yella stomps down to his room and starts melting down to Pweston levels throwing out every explicative I knew.
1990 was the first year I had consciousness as UDub fan but don't recall being that emotional about UCLA. My old man was losing his shit though.
Listen to Keith at about 2:30 describe the Washington Huskies as being DOOMED! 4:00 mark for clip of wide right against Miami. Fans ripping down the goal posts before the game was over.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzjZiq4Oh1U
1990 was the first year I had consciousness as UDub fan but don't recall being that emotional about UCLA. My old man was losing his shit though.
Listen to Keith at about 2:30 describe the Washington Huskies as being DOOMED! 4:00 mark for clip of wide right against Miami. Fans ripping down the goal posts before the game was over.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzjZiq4Oh1U Comments
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90 UCLA and 92 Arizona were very painful (so were the other 2 losses in 92).
But I don't think any of them compare for me to the day DJ (ILTCHDJ) resigned.
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I think when Don James resigned. My family was heading out to a friend’s cabin when we heard the news on the radio. I don’t remember crying, but apparently I did. Was sulky the rest of the trip.
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I really came of awareness during the height of the early 90’s, hence the reason I can’t walk away despite really wishing I could. I basically knew nothing other than UW winning Rose Bowls so watching Tyrone Wheatley go off for what felt like 1000 yards almost didn’t seem possible.
For some reason the Scott Frost Stanford game stands out as the first time I attempted to break something in rage. The first time I succeeded was after 12 men on the field at Michigan. Still on summer break and staying at my parents watching it with my dad. Punched straight through a closet door. -
I can only remember a couple of meltdowns and they're pretty standard answers.
1) 1990 UCLA
2) 1992 Arizona
3) The Keith Price/Sark come from ahead shitshow loss at Pullman. I dont know why I cared so much on this one. It was frustrating as hell though. -
Scott Frost Stanford?DoogmanRefund said:I really came of awareness during the height of the early 90’s, hence the reason I can’t walk away despite really wishing I could. I basically knew nothing other than UW winning Rose Bowls so watching Tyrone Wheatley go off for what felt like 1000 yards almost didn’t seem possible.
For some reason the Scott Frost Stanford game stands out as the first time I attempted to break something in rage. The first time I succeeded was after 12 men on the field at Michigan. Still on summer break and staying at my parents watching it with my dad. Punched straight through a closet door. -
Same. I had attended games as a student in the 80s, and I was staff at the UW in the early 90s (software gig) when James walked. I was very angry with him for a while, but eventually got over it and understood he felt he needed to honor what he told his bosses if they didn't support the team against the P9.Doog_de_Jour said:when Don James resigned
But I can still sometimes imagine an alternate universe in which James somehow remained the HC through the 90s. -
Early 80's AC party, outnumbered by cuog fans. Three of us declined to go to the AC that year because we were going to THE ROSE BOWL, and spent our $ on tix, which showed up in the mail the day before. We pinned said tix to our shirts for the gameday taunting experience. Our cuog buddies came rolling in with cuog helmets, jerseys, eye black, the whole deal.
Early game (traditional 12:30 PST "crisp" start), keg was tapped during breakfast...I don't remember much (other than we lost), but two of my dawgs made a bet with cuogs...the loosers would, before midnight, run around the block buck naked...well, it snowed, and froze, turning into ice. They put on football shoes (and nothing else), as the clock was approaching midnight, and ran it, ending up getting tackled into the snow upon completion.
The next morning, I woke up with a big scrape on my forehead. I was told that I was beating my head against the fireplace throughout the entire fourth quarter...After (continuing) long walks for perspective, perhaps the last tim I cared that much...CSB
Edit: The subsequent disappointments are merely handled by excessive drinking..."Win or Lose, we booze" -
In 1979 UW played in the desert in Frank Kush's last hurrah (He had been fired for all kinds of issues, mainly cheating, but was given one final game to coach).
UW was undefeated and ranked somewhere around #10. Long story short, Joe Steele fumbled on the Husky goal line, and ASU won 12-7. (ASU later forfeited due to playing ineligible players).
But 8-year old Stalin threw a colossal tantrum and cried like a baby in his bedroom.
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ive had a couple, one (the copypasta is running around here somewhere on this god forsaken hell hole) was the 09 game at ASU, where holt's defense botched the call and gave up a TD with no time left, almost got arrested for trying to touch jake locker, stumbled into lincoln kennedy after the game and told him 'nick holt can suck a dick.'
the other was the 07 game at the rose bowl, i think ucla was down to their 4th team qb and still managed to beat ty's sqwad. i kept yelling 'THIS IS PROGRESS' at some guy in the stands who i thought was todd turner. in hindsight, it was not todd turner. -
1994. Football had just been invented two weeks earlier even though we didn’t know it yet. Early season wins against Ohio State and Miami had me believing that all was right with the world again. I truly realized the season was over when Stanford’s back up QB blew us out. I may be missing some details, but that’s how I remember it.dnc said:
Scott Frost Stanford?DoogmanRefund said:I really came of awareness during the height of the early 90’s, hence the reason I can’t walk away despite really wishing I could. I basically knew nothing other than UW winning Rose Bowls so watching Tyrone Wheatley go off for what felt like 1000 yards almost didn’t seem possible.
For some reason the Scott Frost Stanford game stands out as the first time I attempted to break something in rage. The first time I succeeded was after 12 men on the field at Michigan. Still on summer break and staying at my parents watching it with my dad. Punched straight through a closet door.
