By Hannah Wallace
The running of the bulls.
After half an hour of my suffering in the contentious environment, relief: USF scored. And then they scored again. And the incessant West Virginia cheers became more of a curiosity than an annoyance.
BY THE NUMBERS: 21 to 13, no time left on the clock.
As the game progressed, Mountaineers taunts lessened, taken over at last by chants of “U-S-F! U-S-F!” West Virginia yellow slowly faded from the stadium. And at the end of the game, despite multiple warnings of arrest, USF green poured from the stands onto the field.
SEA OF GREEN: I pause for a photo op as civilization unravels behind me.
Finding ourselves suddenly abandoned, we watched the chaos from our seats, amused as ever, until the announcer asked students to leave the field “through gate C. That’s C, as in ‘conference championship.’” Drunken revelers virtually sprinted for the gate. We turned and headed down the ramp and southward again, CCB already calculating how many tickets he could afford to buy for this January’s Outback Bowl in Tampa.
ALL ALONE: Less than a minute after the game ended, there was plenty of