If you were fortunate enough to stay up late on New Year’s Day, well into January 2, you were treated to arguably the best college football game of all time, if not the greatest football game ever.
That’s a debate for another time, but no one will argue that the game was not - to steal a phrase from ESPN Classic - an instant classic. To that extent, a plethora of articles - written by far more accomplished writers than I - have already been waxed about this fabulous game.
I think Pat Forde even wrote two articles himself (not that it wasn’t undeserved). However, did any of these supposed “senior” writers have the foresight to keep a running diary of the Fiesta Bowl as the senior writer for thesportstruth.com (yours truly) did? Okay, neither did I.
At least not until the second half.
I’m also guessing that none of these esteemed writers will admit that they bet on the game as I will.
Not only did I bet on the BSU/OU game, I bet on the Rose Bowl before it, USC/Michigan. I parlayed the money lines for USC and Boise State, a whopping $5 to win $28. Sure, I bet money, but this site doesn’t pay even its senior writer enough to bet big.
Without much further ado, here is a running diary of my USC and Boise State parlay:
4:30 pm: Tariq, a long time friend of mine and my inspiration for the money line parlay, calls to ask who I’d take in the Rose Bowl, USC or Michigan.
4:34 pm: After minor debate (because neither of us know all that much about college football) we decide on USC, but the +2.5 points isn’t all that appealing. However, the money line of +120 seems a lot more fun. What’s the point of getting 2.5 points? How many games are decided by less than a field goal? Exactly.
4:38 pm: Tariq announces that he’s placed a $10-to-win-$12.50 money line bet on USC and is going to place a $5 parlay bet on USC and Boise State’s money lines. It takes very little to suck me in.
4:40 pm: Luke places $5 parlay on USC and Boise State - my first collegiate bet of the year.
5:08 pm: Kick off of the Rose Bowl occurs, but I’m too busy to make it, trying to make dinner for my roommates before I’ve got to head out at 7 pm for a few hours.
5:47 pm: Both defenses have been impressive so far, but the game is a boring 3-0 after USC kicks an ice-breaking field goal.
5:48 pm: Tariq calls to discuss our bet. We conclude that we’re still in good shape. Michigan’s defense has been playing well, but we expected that. The Trojans’ defense stepping up is unexpected, and good news for USC backers.
6:50 pm: Michigan ties the game with a field goal and we go to halftime 3-3. Boring, but effective so far.
7:05 pm: The USC band leader has just informed us that the marching band will now be performing “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas. Needless to say, it sounds muddled and horrible. Why? THAT SONG WASN’T WRITTEN FOR A MARCHING BAND! Seriously guys, there’s nothing wrong with playing songs written for marching bands. There’s a reason Drumline was a successful movie, and it wasn’t the story line.
7:20 pm: USC takes their first possession of the second half down the field for what seems like an easy touchdown (I wouldn’t know, radio is ambigious like that). It’s 10-3 USC and I feel much better about everything.
7:34 pm: Chad Henne is picked off in USC territory on a play that looked like it was designed for the USC defensive lineman who caught the ball. Needless to say, USC marches in for their second touchdown, 17-…. what? I hate college football. USC missed the extra point. That’s the thing about point spreads in college football: you can never trust the kicker. Now at 16-3, those 2.5 points loom large.
7:41 pm: Henne has turned the ball over again in USC territory, this time fumbling, and I’m now assuming an 19-3 lead at worst. With a little over one quarter remaining to play, the first half of the best seems solid.
10:36 pm: Back in the car and the Boise State game is instantly on. In this era of scores constantly flashing across the bottom of our screen along with the score of the game we are watching on TV omnipresent, trying to determine the score of a game on radio is near impossible.

10:39 pm: I’ve finally learned that Boise State is up 14-10 after Oklahoma kicks a field goal. I still don’t know if USC won, but I give a guess of 28-10 to my girlfriend.
10:51 pm: Boise State is driving and has the ball in Oklahoma territory with less than 30 seconds to play. Rather than simply drop my girlfriend off, I’m going to run inside for a few minutes and catch the end of the first half. Still, no word on the USC game. I’m surprisingly not nervous.
10:53 pm: We turn on the game right as Boise State’s quarterback, Jared Zabransky, finds Drisan James on the opposite side of the field, avoiding a sack and creating a positive play. James jukes the LSU defender out of his pants and scampers for a touchdown. At 21-10, Boise State has all the momentum and I’m glowing about my bet. We’re 3/4 of the way home.
11:13 pm: I arrive at my humble abode just in time to watch Marty Tadman pick off Paul Thompson and run it in for a touchdown. A 28-10 Boise State lead illicits a “wooooooooooo” from Tariq via instant messanger, and our bet is all but over. Tariq also informed me he’s laid $10 to win $20 on the Boise State money line. I envy Tariq and his wealth.
11:17 pm: There it is, the momentum shift. The only thing that could derail a 28-10 lead in the middle of the third quarter. Oklahoma just punted and the ball took a freakish bounce, hit an unsuspecting Boise State player in the back of the leg and was recovered by Oklahoma. A slew of cuss words and “that really, REALLY sucked” messages are exchanged between Tariq and I.
11:18 pm: Jesus, that was fast. Two plays later, Adrian Peterson is in the end zone and Oklahoma closes to 28-17. What is it about college games that differ so much from the pros where the second the punt hit a Boise State player, you know that an 18-point lead is no longer safe? Stuff like this wouldn’t be nearly as traumatic in the pros.
11:23 pm: Zabransky drops back in the pocket, rolls left, curls back around right while running backwards and while getting taken down, completes a pass to his lineman. This is, of course, illegal. Flag is thrown. Tariq sums it up best with “can you say meltdown?” while I continue the cliche with “I can smell it. From 3,000 miles away.” Needless to say, we’re not amused.
11:24 pm: “Illegal touching, #69 on the offense.” Is there anything better than unintentional comedy?
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