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It was the Curtis Enis show as Curtis ran for 238 yds in the game and just plowed over USC defenders or bounced off them like a pin ball.
QUICK ASIDE: I was at the game with seats on the 10 yd line... row 1. My dad... the ultimate salesman knew I wanted to go to the game. My father lived in NJ. My father calls the USC athletic department and says that he hadn't received his tickets for the KickOff Classic and wanted to know how he was going to get them.
My dad calls me and tells me we have tickets and that I should drive to East Rutherford for the game. I tell him that if he's joking... he's going to hear it from me... even though it would be nice also to watch the game in an Irish bar in the city. I get to the Meadowlands to meet my dad...and he says our tickets will be at the will call window. I protest that he's full of it. We go to the will call window and my dad says that there should be two tickets reserved for the game under his name. The lady goes back to a grey metal box with envelops in it and pages through envelop after envelop... almost to the back... she yells out... Oh... your tickets are here Mr. Malone... The rest lives in my memory of the person my dad tried to be to please his Penn State graduate son. God bless his resting soul. Love you Dad.
It was the Curtis Enis show as Curtis ran for 238 yds in the game and just plowed over USC defenders or bounced off them like a pin ball.
QUICK ASIDE: I was at the game with seats on the 10 yd line... row 1. My dad... the ultimate salesman knew I wanted to go to the game. My father lived in NJ. My father calls the USC athletic department and says that he hadn't received his tickets for the KickOff Classic and wanted to know how he was going to get them.
My dad calls me and tells me we have tickets and that I should drive to East Rutherford for the game. I tell him that if he's joking... he's going to hear it from me... even though it would be nice also to watch the game in an Irish bar in the city. I get to the Meadowlands to meet my dad...and he says our tickets will be at the will call window. I protest that he's full of it. We go to the will call window and my dad says that there should be two tickets reserved for the game under his name. The lady goes back to a grey metal box with envelops in it and pages through envelop after envelop... almost to the back... she yells out... Oh... your tickets are here Mr. Malone... The rest lives in my memory of the person my dad tried to be to please his Penn State graduate son. God bless his resting soul. Love you Dad.
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