Growing up as a Miami Hurricanes fan, there was one game that you looked forward to each and every season. One game that you either caused you 365 days of joy, or 365 days of pure hell with the pain of defeat still stinging. A game that literally meant so much, not just to your team, but to you personally, that even the thought of losing sent you into depression.
Whenever the Canes and the Noles lined up to face each other, it seemed that the battle of good versus evil was being played out, and that the fate of the world hung in the balance.