Howard Schnellenberger was known for a number of things during his time at Louisville, but perhaps three things above all others. He won football games, he ran an extremely tight ship, and he cursed like a sailor after one or eight too many drinks. The last two of those qualities would come together on one glorious autumn day that Mick Jagger would never forget.
Louisville’s 1989 season had gotten off to a solid start. The team had gone on the road for each of its first two games and had managed to secure close victories over both Kansas and Wyoming.