Yeah, that K-State game I could only listen to on the radio. And I had to drive 15 miles to the top of ridge to catch the signal of the Big Red Network out of somewhere like Fresno.
Apparently everyone in the stadium knew the ball would be handed to Lawrence Phillips and there wasn't anything they could do about it.
Love stories about fans listening to the games on radio.
Here's one you might like.
1995. My new wife and I on our honeymoon in Kauai, driving our little rental car through the rainforest towards the remote park where they filmed Jurassic Park.
Nobody on the road. Most remote and primitive place on Earth. Fiddling with the car radio for something, anything to listen to.
And suddenly there it was, clear as a freaking bell. The live broadcast of the Nebraska vs. Iowa State game.
My new wife let me listen to the whole thing.
Nebraska won 73-14.
We're still married.