NCAA Taunting Rules

LOL at 2:45.

I’d never seen any film from this game before (started following the Horns a couple years later). Wow.

The ’91 Cotton bowl did not happen.

The ’91 Cotton bowl did not happen.

The ’91 Cotton bowl did not happen.

The ’91 Cotton bowl did not happen.

The ’91 Cotton bowl did not …

Did Blake Gideon play 5 positions for UT in that game?

That game is what I imagine a game between a pro team and a college team would look like.

The week-long buildup to that game in Dallas was like watching an old western movie scene where the chuck wagon is out of control and heading for a cliff —there was no doubt that it was bound for the bottom of the canyon.

Texas spent the week posturing and strutting, as if they were marveling at their newfound toughness.

Miami just stood around and essentially said, “You want thug? We’ll show you thug.”

And boy did they ever.

One of the worst sports experiences in my life. I was lucky enough to have 50 yard line seats. I had a hot date and my buddy and his wife joined us. Freezing cold. Sitting in that cold, hard stone stadium and being taunted in the stands by a wide range of Hurricane trash made it unbearable. Miami players standing on their bench and screaming expletives at the crowd. Put an abrupt end to the Shock the Nation Tour. Other than my hot date it was a nightmare.

looks like our DB’s then had similar hands to the current ones..

I was thirteen years old. It was 15 degrees. The cotton Bowl sold 17 tickets for every row of 15. I was crammed up against this guy in a full length overcoat that was blowing cigar smoke in my face from the biggest cigar I had ever seen. Dude pulled a 19" pickle out of his coat pocket in the third quarter and ate it in three bites.

I did not enjoy.

I also hate taunting and celebration rules because refs screw it up so much.

I was at that game, and it appeared that Miami succeeded in intimidating the Horns and keeping them that way. With the notable exception of Shane Dronett (RIP), the Horns seemed to be in “grab your ankles and hope for the best” mode. The player who dropped the pick six in the video was Stanley Richard, a DB and team leader. It happened early in the game and could have served as a momentum changer, but instead helped set the tone for the whole day. Still pictures showed the ball clanking off his hands as his eyes were fixed on the open field ahead of him.

I’ve never seen a team behave half as badly as the ‘Canes did that day. And the most disgusting thing of all? For years afterward, thugishly inclined recruits would cite that game as a reason they wanted to play for Miami. While Texas fans were watching that garbage and feeling nauseated, these kids were thinking, "That’s for me!"

That’s the first time I’ve rewatched a second of that game in 18 years. Thanks for adding misery to the idiot boss issues I’m already dealing with this morning.

Jerk.

luckily that game was before my time too. why did Texas play DE’s at safety? those guys were slooow.

That was Stanley Richard and Lance Gunn. Both played a little while in the NFL. We didn’t have any better for a while before then, or for a while after.

But yeah, now Gunn would be an OLB for sure.

I’d like to take this opportunity to thank my Commander in Chief, George H.W. Bush, for sending me overseas to fight a war and rendering it impossible to have watched the 1991 Cotton Bowl.
Sir, I salute you!

I’m seeing a theme here. Nice work Peter.

Having Jim Nance throw out hokey Musburgerisms like “The Sherriff” should give two shots and the ball out of bounds to the offended team.

Miami 7
Texas 3

Still didn’t get the win, but it looks much better.

When is “tethered loatian prostitute” not an appropriate tag? The answer is never.

Ponderos! Did you just lick me! Cut it out, I’m spoken for..

“Fail” might be the most appropriate tag I’ve seen on this site.

A philosophical question for you gents after perusing these tales of woe:

Would you rather, in hindsight, have traded your 1990 – 1991 season with Mizzou?

Here is a youtube clip of our big game that season:

I woke up that morning nude and still drunk in a strange house in Plano, threw up, then had breakfast with the parents of the nice young lady who apparently believed that the proper way to celebrate New Year’s during her winter break from USC was to take the minivan barhopping and bring a strange guy back to her parent’s house.

It promptly went downhill from there.

I certainly miss some aspects of those days, but not our football talent.

You probably felt better than some of our players. We were staying in the same hotel as them, and they apparently didn’t have a curfew, the night before the game, on New Years Eve. They were staggering in drunk at 2:00 and 3:00 in the morning. IIRC, kickoff was at 11:00.

I don’t think the Miami’s guy came in at all. They were that much better.

I think “The Rock” was on that team.

2 things that really were hammered home in my alcohol addled brain that day as I watched the game:

1- Speed is a lot more important than my bench press obsessed high school coaches probably realized, and

2- the transitive property is not the best predictor of results-
Texas 28, A&M 27
A&M 65, BYU 14
BYU 28, Miami 21

Our group took refuge in the car with an extremely large bottle of whiskey at halftime. Superfan that I am, I tried to tough it out until the bitter end, but was escorted out by security after I snatched a Miami pennant from a little girl, snapped it in half and threw it at her and her friends.

mr sunshine:
 
Your post made me laugh out loud.

I also froze my ass off at that game. The only difference between the thugs on the field and the ones in the stands was that the Miami players were not actually armed. After a hideous night of drinking prior to the game, I really had to use the bathroom. All the bathrooms were filled with gangstas from South Dallas wearing Miami apparel, threatening everyone who walked in, and smoking pot. It was so scary that we all just held our bladders the entire game after the first quarter.

The refs only saw about 10% of the crap that went on during the game. The Miami players were consciously waiting for the refs to look away and then would club an unfortunate Texas player with an elbow or fist. The Texas coaches were going nuts the entire game. At one point, you could hear one of the assistants screaming “Just open your fuc*ing eyes moron!!” at a ref. The crowd, which was 2/3 Miami supporters, cheered every foul and elbow.

stretching it a little there RS?

Watching/skipping to the end of that part reminded me of how much I hate Dennis Erickson and how cathartic the 2007 Holiday Bowl was.

Like Phenom, I desire for the individual celebration infractions to be appropriately named and signaled for announcement by the ref to the general public, like: “Personal Foul – Brushing the Shoulders, #6, Offense” or “Personal Foul – Deez Nutz, #45, Defense” or something to that effect.

Seems to me there’s an obvious elemental difference between celebration and taunting. And they’re very different. I say let them celebrate the immediate moment all they want. They’re 18-22 year’s old for Christ’s sake.

When it’s true taunting, TOSS THEM. That’s the only way to get rid of thugness. 15 yards isn’t enough anymore for gangsters in cleats. They don’t give a shit about a penalty, and neither do their coaches. You want to clean up the game, give up players. I fucking hate taunting and hope anyone who does it finds himself on the sideline for two weeks.

BTW, my Longhorn wife was also at that 91 CB and says it was the coldest she’s ever been in her life. And she’s the one from Oklahoma, not me. I, on the other hand, a product of Golden Domers (I can’t stand ND) would offer the Ice Bowl CB of ’79 as a winning retort.

I’m pretty sure that was effectively the killing blow on the Cotton Bowl – and thus the SWC – as a major. It staggered around like a zombie for a few more years pretending to be one of the bigs, but it really was never the same.

It really was a perfect storm: Miami/Florida talent ascendant, Texas utterly humiliated, and shitty shitty weather.

I was really cold. I was wearing a London Fog balmacaan with the lining zipped in and two pair of long johns I was drunk yet still cold. We started with Bloody Mary’s which seemed like more of a Texas OU drink so we switched to Irish coffees.

It was 10am.

Then the Horns ran out on to the field, there was joy, the clouds parted briefly, the sun crept through for a few minutes, adrenaline warmed the collective. All seemed was right. Shock The Nation, bitch!

Then they kicked off and decapitated Chris Samuels and ate ropa vieja from his hollowed skull.

Todd Smith who is a hell of a good guy must still have nightmares about Russell Maryland.

I was so cold. Very cold. And I was drunk. And I was still cold. That’s fucked up. I had a date. Pretty sure I wandered away from society at the start of the 4th quarter. I ended up drinking beer in a front yard parking lot with some dude. Very sad day.

You bitches quit whining. I was at the 1995 Cotton Bowl.

I lost my cable TV that day in Longview for over half the game due to the weather. I spent half the day bitching about the way the game was played, and the other half bitching with the Longview Cable TV people.

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