Florida State-Miami: Canes Lost the Game and Never Have Had Class

“We won! We won! Holy crap! I can’t believe it. We Won!”

This was a text I sent out to a friend of mine as I rode home from Dolphin Stadium. This jubilation was the culmination of multiple aspects of the weekend (others being the 10 bourbon and cokes and my friend Dan’s bachelor party).

The only thing that challenged to bring my happiness down were the classless Miami fans.

The game was not as close as the score made it out to be. The Noles controlled the football on offense and defense—notice I did not say “special teams.”

Jimbo called a great game. Mickey had the defense ready. Our quarterback grew up and played the best game of his short career, and Antone Smith had a second game where he looked like a pro.

Starting the game, I had a sense of nervousness. I did not think we were going to lose, but I did not think we were going to win.

How is that? I didn’t think the Noles were gonna win the game, but everything in my heart would not consider the possibility of the Canes winning a game where I was in attendance on the road.

I‘ve been in that stadium for two bowl games, and we lost both (one on my birthday). The fact that I could be there again while a slumping Miami team was gonna beat a surging Florida State team was more than I could handle.

I walked in and sat down...in the Miami alumni section. Did I mention Dan’s extended family are all Canes?

I am a cordial fan. I have sat in Georgia Tech, Clemson, and Florida alumni sections. Each time I behaved. I never stand too long. I cheer politely and never boo or berate the opponent. I am a guest in their stands.

Imagine going to someone’s house and insulting their décor, food, and choice of raising their children. I am not classless.

Then I sat in the Miami alumni section and realized the majority of the people there were not Miami alumni. At the end of the game two Seminole fans sitting five rows in front and a few seats to my left started chanting, “Show your diploma!”

The response? “Show your tits!” That was the response. Not “Have some class,” “Go back to Tally,” or even “At least we don’t cheat to get ours.” Well done.

I think highly of the UM. The university is a good institution, and I am glad to claim it as a Florida school. They compliment the other two flagship schools well. I respect the university. That is why I do not respect this guy.

I will mention there was a nice older couple sitting next to me with whom I talked. Classy people. Another man was sitting just in front and he shook my hand.

But those do not make up for the 12,000 “alumni” fans who, like the two Miami girls in front of me, do the tomahawk chop with their middle finger and chant “F*** you Seminoles. F*** you. F*** you.” I give the girls a pass because they were hot and kept turning around because they couldn’t get enough of my friend Ben and me.

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