To this day, Fred Hoaglin swears he doesn’t remember the score.
It was January of 1968, and he and his teammates were not excited to be playing football. Having lost in the conference championship game, most of them believed that they should’ve been at home, resting and attending to their other interests and obligations. Instead, they were pouring sweat in the Florida heat and humidity.
It probably didn’t help that he and the rest of the team had been on the equivalent of a week long bender. But who could really blame them? They’d been required to travel all the way from Cleveland to Miami, to play for 3rd place.