Odd things can cross a man’s mind at 3:30 in the morning. Some are significant. Some aren’t. And some are just puzzling, such as the sudden realization that I can’t remember who won the ASU-U of A game in 2009. I ought to know this. I was there. And as you’ll see in the post that follows, I can remember some tidbit of every one of the 21 ASU-U of A games I’ve attended … except this one.
And yet, now that I think of it … maybe that was the Danny Sullivan game, where the beleaguered senior quarterback came into the game after an injury to Brock Osweiler. Oh, Lord, yes … and despite his limited abilities at quarterback he led the Sun Devils back to tie the score and then the Wildcats punted and Kyle Williams was deep to receive the punt and the stadium was in full throat … until Kyle muffed the punt, which was thoroughly undeserved from a karma standpoint as he’d been a large part of the reason ASU even got the game tied …
Wow … now I wish I’d left the game forgotten. Onward with the remainder of the post, originally written in 2007:
As this posts there are 18 hours remaining until kickoff of The Game, recently branded the Duel in the Desert (mostly by Fox Sports Net.) We’re told that the two teams will be playing for the oldest rivalry trophy in football, which until the past handful of years had been lost in a storage room somewhere.
This isn’t the Old Oaken Bucket or the Battle for the Ax or the game formerly known as the World’s Largest Cocktail Party or even Stanford-Cal’s wine-and-cheese laden Big Game. It lacks the national cache of an Alabama-Auburn or an Ohio State-Michigan or a USC-UCLA primarily because unlike those rivalries, ASU and UofA haven’t always been that good.
Just four years ago it was a battle for last place in the Pac-10 Conference, not exactly the stuff of which legends are made. If anything, it’s the Egg Bowl – Ole Miss vs. Mississippi State – with all the bile transferred a thousand or so miles to the west.
It’s nothing personal, per se. But there’s little to like about U of A when you’re a Sun Devil. And it extends well beyond the football field. It goes to the state Board of Regents, where U of A fought against Arizona State becoming a full-fledged university 50 years ago next year or where U of A consistently fought against Arizona State getting its own medical school lest there be any competition.
It extends to the cities and Tucson’s never-ending jealousy of Phoenix. Take away the views of the Catalinas and there ain’t a whole lot left … well, except for endless freeway construction and the view of the same burned out car at the corner of I-10 and Speedway.
I never worked for the State Press, Arizona State’s daily newspaper; I already had started my career at the Mesa Tribune. But there was little emotion spent when the Daily Wildcat briefly went belly-up. March Madness becomes much more enjoyable when the ‘Cats have been eliminated, preferably in a first-round flame out (like the three-year trifecta of Santa Clara, Miami of Ohio and Middle Tennessee State. Or was it East Tennessee State? It’s been a dozen years so forgive me.)
Similarly, Arizona alums take pride in knowing the immortal Tommy T and Max Zendejas personally kept the Sun Devils out of the Rose Bowl in 1982 and 1985. In both cases, there was a major upset earlier in the day that opened the door for ASU – Washington State over Washington in ’82, UCLA over USC in ’85.
(Sounds like a familiar scenario doesn’t it, Devil fans?)
Both Rose Bowl trips for ASU have come with the Sun Devils clinching the week before the regular season ended. Chuck Cecil almost ruined one season with his 100-yard pick in the end zone and touchdown; beating Michigan in the Rose Bowl made up for it. There was no such opposition in 1996 in the 56-14 ASU win. And if you watch the replay, I’m the one holding the ASU flag with the rose taped to it in the intro. I’m also on film in the fourth quarter after ASU scores its final touchdown with its fourth-string running back.
Today marks the 19th consecutive ASU-U of A game I will have attended. It started with the tragic banana jerseys in 1989, continued with Leonard Russell’s fumble in Tucson the following year and reached a new level when Mario Bates ran for 200-plus yards in 1991 to snap the nine-game winless streak.
(As I mentioned earlier on Steve Belt’s blog, I had a piece of the Sun Devil Stadium turf for a half-dozen years after the game and still have the ticket.)
In 1992 I nearly stayed home but bought a ticket the night before the game. I ended up in a section filled with U of A fans before finding a seat about the ASU band. Trailing 6-0, Kevin Galbreath broke outside and streaked down the sideline for the finest moment of his career and a 7-6 victory.
UA won easily in 1993. 1994 was Jon Baker’s field goal that was wide, then started hooking inside the upright before staying out. Jake Plummer fumbled in 1995 moments after the TV broadcast showed the Freedom Bowl chairman presumably holding a bowl bid in hand.
I already mentioned 1996. 1997 was a the blocked punt that wasn’t. 1998 was a shootout, with Ryan Kealy keeping ASU close against a far superior UA team that went on to beat Nebraska in the Holiday Bowl. That was UA’s last bowl bid. What a shame there, kids.
1999 was the fake punt that won for ASU. 2000 was the fake field goal that did the same. In 2001 we learned how clueless Dirk Koetter really was when UA ran out to a 20-0 first quarter lead in Sun Devil Stadium. 2002 was Terrell Suggs’ last game and the futile “one more year” chant.
We had another win in 2003 in the battle for last place and I still see Matt Miller dropping the pass from Sam Keller after Andrew Walter got hurt in 2004. 8-2 and lose to a terrible Arizona team. It happens. Back here in 2005 for the Terry Richardson’s punt return and the last-second winning field goal, then Tucson for Torain running loose.
Call it pathetic but everything you read in the preceding paragraphs was from memory. I could look up the final scores but the overall results are sufficient, as are the individual memories of each game that remain in my memory now and forever.
With ASU’s decision to move the visting band into the northeast corner of the lower deck, I will be sitting not 100 feet from the Arizona band tomorrow. Realizing the seriousness of the moment I decided the time had come to teach my 8-year-old the words to “Fall Down, Arizona” … sung to the tune of Arizona’s stultifying fight song. Amazingly, there’s not a single YouTube video of Fall Down, Arizona so this will have to suffice.