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Always "sweet" to see the Red & Gold spanking the "puke green" of the domers. It will be even sweeter when it happens again Oct, when the Men of Troy put a whopping on the Over-rated Underachieving "girls" from South Bend . "Home to the dumbest mascot anywhere ".

4th and 9. Wow. That will not be forgotten.

By the way, I just picked my ultimate college football team on Rivals. As many positions filled by Trojans of course, although there were only four available for offensive line (no Munoz?) so I picked Mark May as the fifth since he is always sticking up for us in the face of Lou Holtz's incoherent rants.

Not many PAC-10 options in the D-line (and no USC options unfortunately) but nearly a full defensive backfield of Trojans (missing one LB).

Go vote! Only Tony Boselli and Ronnie Lott are on the starting team right now.

More on the ultimate team: Tough choices for QB, RB, and Coach.

I mostly went more recent with Leinart, Bush and Marcus, and Coach Carroll...but Palmer, Ricky Bell, Charles White, OJ Simpson, and Coach McKay are all good finalist options.

AD is an option for kick returner and my pick over Reggie Bush.

One of the top 3 plays in USC history. That ball was literally 3 inches from being batted down.

I remember the play like it was yesterday.

My wife (a USC alumnus as well) was crouched on the floor of the kitchen face in the tiling like she was praying to the football gods(she said later that she just couldn't watch). My best friend's wife was banished back into the bathroom where she was the previous drive when USC scored. (Can you say superstition run rampant?) I and three friends were on the edge of our seats literally supported by only about 3 fibers of couch fabric, fingernails knawed to the nubs.

What followed was the snap, the throw, screams of RUN! RUN! RUN! RUN! and then 4-10 minutes of high-fiving, (manly?) hugging the likes of which will never be seen again on the face of the earth and probably tears.

Top 3 greatest plays in USC history - just behind the luckiest fumble in USC history and the subsequent Leinart spin and dive of course (only Domers should ever call it the Bush Push).

I was at that game, sitting in a sea of ND people. I remember that I was in shock and I couldn't clap or say anything for a full 10 or 15 seconds. The place went from roaring to absolutely silent in a second (until the sound waves from the screaming USC section made their way across the field).

You know, all this talk about the "bush push" being one of the biggest plays, I think 4th and 9 was way bigger. I'll never forget that as long as I live.

I was missing the first part of my wife's 10-year high school reunion back in Saratoga Springs, NY (and she was the planner for it). There was no TV at the restaurant hosting the reunion, so I had driven around the lake and found a nice restaurant with a bar and a small TV.

I stood throughout the 4th quarter, nervous as hell, while a string quartet played dinner music for the upscale diners.

When Jarrett caught that pass on 4th and 9 I jumped up and shouted at the top of my lungs like I was at the game. The string quartet stopped and everyone in the restaurant looked at me. No joke.

They had to endure a couple more outbursts of course, and I joined my wife and her classmates half way through their dinner...the happiest man in the state of New York.

This game was the day of the baby shower for my wife and me. My wife had to leave the room because she couldn't take it (she's a Trojan, too). She heard it get really quiet and she knew that wasn't good. And then 4th and 9 happened and she heard a bunch of grown men screaming and jumping around. The game ended about five minutes before people arrived for the party and as everyone came in, they said, "Hey, are you okay? You look pretty shaken up."

Just an excellent day to be a Trojan.

And wouldn't you know it, a few months later, my wife went into labor on the day of the national championship game. I fell in love with her all over again because she insisted that the game be on in the hospital room while she was in labor. The nurses had to come in and check on her because her heart rate went way up at the moment of the infamous Bush lateral. She knew they would make her turn off the game, so she lied and said she just got nervous about having the baby. Now that's a Trojan.

Luckily, my son took his time and wasn't born until the next morning, avoiding having his birthday be the same day as the loss to Texas.

After that game, I couldn't breathe! How come I'm still alive? Oh, I know--to watch us kick ass again in So. Bend this year!!!!!!!!!!