the only great memories i have of the orange bowl is having season tickets, going to every game with my dad, and watching the dolphins go 17-0.
and later on - beginning in '83, watching the hurricanes demolish any team that made the mistake of scheduling miami. namely notre dame, the gators and fsu.
there ain't no good seed memories at the orange bowl.
thankfully i overcame that seed brainwashing. i thank my father for that.
i sang at the orange bowl, i recall coming home covered in spit. i'll never forget that stinking smell covering me.
you think that is fun?
it was my father who came home and found out i was in that gulag, and it was he who talked me out of that nonsense.
an aside:
my dad kept his boat anchored at the jockey club. he actually punched out art barker, one time when he ran into him in the jockey club bar. barker was supposed to be "clean" but according to my father, he was drunk, and had a drink. my father asked what he was drinking and it was vodka gimlets. my father was pissed off beyond belief. he ordered a vodka gimlet and walked over to barker and said this ones on me. barker thanked him and as soon as barker took the drink, my father punched him out.
from what i heard, barker was screaming for help, and nobody would help him.
finally my father relented, and barker ran out of the place, crying like a child.
when he was far enough away from my father, he yelled back something like - i'll get you for this.
my dad ran after barker, but he couldn't catch him.
barker never made good on his threat and as far as my father knows - never returned to the jockey club either.
where he most assuredly was not wanted.
