I was three years old, sitting on the living room floor of a condo in Kissimmee, Florida. A babysitter tried to corral my baby brother, my cousins, and me while the TV broadcast the Citrus Bowl. 25 miles up I-4, our parents joined with the throng of some 50,000 GT fans, overwhelming the red-clad Nebraska Cornhuskers. Georgia Tech won the Citrus Bowl going away to secure an undefeated season.
On the drive back to Atlanta, we pulled over on the side of the road with scores of other delirious GT fans after news came over the radio that we had been voted National Champs by the UPI.