Originally Posted by
souljahbill
I'm glad this thread is up because I just HAD to share this story.
Every summer, 2 boys that my wife used to babysit and essentially helped raised come stay at our home for about a month or so. Last year on NCAA '11, the oldest boy (15 then, now 16) played 1 game. I was Southern Miss and he was LSU. I beat him quite handily. We played 1 game of the demo. I was Texas and he was Oregon. I beat him pretty good but he returned 2 kickoffs with Oregon's KR #24. He took that as a moral victory, declaring himself "the kickoff master" even though I knew it was luck. Anyway, as I was playing NCAA 12, he started talking trash about me. I asked him if he wanted to get his (LSU) Tigers whipped again and he said, no because he didn't want to lose. Then, a lightbulb went off in his head and he asked if he could use Oregon. I said sure so we started playing. HE WAS KILLING ME! I was down 7-0 at the end of 1, 21-0 before I scored my first points. Of course, blowing me out put more trash talk in his mouth but I never said a word. I just focused on moving the ball. Fast forward to the 4th quarter. I'm down 14 points. With 3 minutes and some change to go. I drive the field, and score a TD. With 2 minutes and change to go, he throws a pic and I return it deep into his territory. I score a quick TD with a little under 2 minutes to go. If he were smart, he would have run the clock. Nope, 3 straight incompletions. He punts the ball. I get to his 46 with 4 seconds to go. I heave a desperation bomb, #27 got behind the linebacker he was user controlling, and I score the game winning TD with no time on the clock! I literally ran around my house screaming and jumping! Final score Southern Miss 45 Oregon 38. I saved the replay of the TD and took a pic. I'll post it soon enough. Man, that was awesome!
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