Now everyone can share their war stories telling us where you were and what you were doing when the play happened. Commence.

I actually had to work that day. I was working 12 hour shifts and rotating with a guy who grew up a Hurricane fan in Florida. All week long he was trash talking me in the lead up to the game. He worked the night shift on Friday night and I relieved him on Saturday morning at 8AM. On his way out the door he gave me one last earful and even bragged about being able to watch the game on television while I was going to be stuck at work. I managed to listen to the game on the radio while at work and went completely nuts. When he came in to relieve me at 8 PM that night he looked like his dog just died.

3 years old, visiting Florida with some reletives, and both my parents. I don’t remember much except that it was a very big deal.

I now own the DVD and the last 2 minutes makes me dizzy with excitment — what a game.

Wasn’t there a little guy on the ’95 team who wore #2? I mean, he was really small, like 140 lbs but always got a lot of cheers when he ran out with the team.

i was 16 in the orlando airport coming back from disneyworld. you couldn’t tear me away from the railing outside the bar. my dad and i made the family late getting on the plane. afterwards some incredibly drunk man riding the same plan kept offering my dad drinks, to which he denied saying he was diabetic and couldn’t drink, to which the man became angry and aggressive saying my father insulted him. he then proceeded to hit on my mom and tried to buy her some drinks, claiming he was “just a fellow fan trying to celebrate with other fans” when my dad confronted him.

Sophomore year in my dorm room packed in with about 20 others…I remember whipping my hat on the floor, cursing Penn State, mumbing such nonsense as " I should have gone to Michigan, at least they can win" THEN…the pass and all hell broke loose….Someone was able to take a picture (which I still have) of all the people screaming and tossing each other around in my room…I’ve never spoken of any such desire to go to Michigan ever again, and I never will…Penn State Gods were at work that day

‘’I stay in coaching for games like this,’’ Penn State’s Joe Paterno said

I can remember watching this at my niece’s b-day party. Of course, everyone in attendance were Pitt fans. When one lad asked his dad why he wouldn’t cheer for Penn State, since it, too, was a PA team, his arrogant dick-headed father responded, “We don’t ever cheer for the Phillies, Eagles, or Flyers, do we?” As Fields caught that pass, I turned and started to sing, “Fly! Eagles Fly!…uh..I mean We Are Penn State”.

By the way, wasn’t that the “Who’s Dan Morgan?” game?

I think I might cry!

“who is Dan Morgan”…LaVar was the man…I loved that team…until the Minn game…broke my heart.

Bring on the Canes!!!

PS the first PSU game that I ever attended came on the backend of this home and home. Ouch, that’s the quietest I’ve ever heard Beaver Stadium. Never again!

After we gave the ball back to them, I figured they were just going to run the clock out and kill the game. Took the dogs for a walk around the block. Walked back in JUST as we stopped them on 4th down.

Was too nervous to watch our offensive series, so I was hiding behind our couch, peering over the top (think little kid + scary movie). When Thompson got the pass off right before getting slaughtered and I saw the ball floating down to Chafie, I leapt over the couch and started running in place like a drunken fool trying to will him past the Miami secondary. Mission accomplished.

This was the game that tought me to not watch PSU football with the windows open, as the amount of screaming (both good & bad) involved that day may have given my neighbors the impression that a serial killing and/or human sacrifice was taking place. Windows closed, A/C on for road games from there on out.

Plus, look at the vertical on #14…

Would you beleive I was out of town, fighting with my girlfriend and I missed that fu@#king play? My friend came into the room screaming, I saw the replay. Ten minutes later I was so disgusted with the whole situation I dumped her and we drove back to State College.

Drank Hurricans at Tony’s Big Easy the whole night. Strange day.

I was there, in the Orange Bowl (sorry for those who’ve seen me post this before…). Chafie ran right towards us. We went apeshit, of course. I had been recovering from a big bender earlier in the week, of the ‘this one time, when I was really drunk variety,’ and had a wicked abrasion across the breadth of my forehead (you shoulda seen the other guy’s face). This, plus my fresher, Saturday buzz, along with the displeasing disposition that comes from feeling like we were going to lose, had me looking pretty grumpy for large parts of the fourth quarter. And also had me looking like a nice target for obnoxious Canes fans.

But, when Chafie hauled in this pic and headed our way, all those frowns turned upside down. ‘I can see clearly now the rain has gone’ popped into my head. The clouds parted. Angels sang. And I high-fived every blue-and-whiter who would return it (all of em did) all the way down the narrow OB ramps (reminded me some of the O’s old Memorial Stadium), shouting: ‘See you in New Orleans!’

Sweet ass memory I’ll keep with me all the way to the grave….

I watched this game on a little TV in a little cottage on the lake.
Screamed loud enough to wake all the fish.
Seeing this pic still gives me chills!

I remember that exact play… I was out on the balcony in Cedarbrook filling up my beer when Chafie made that spectacular catch. The whole town was cheering and I’m like whoops!

Those were the days, at least until homecoming…