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We were one point away from taking the conference championship, losing to the Buffs, resulting in the third place finish. This was an ecstatic game which even included our Hungarian, Huba, spitting out blood onto his hand and showing it to the packed bleachers at EPIC, which caused for violent elation coming from the eighth man in traditional RAM fashion against our rivals. They fielded a superior team to our own, and in spite of what was on the scoreboard, we wanted it more. Our ending would suspend my collegiate career where I was Seattle-bound having dropped out of engineering, I thought it was my last game ever, and so I wept. This was a shared experience with my brothers.
Hungarian blood in the water?
