With 10 minutes to go. A two-score lead with 10 minutes left, having played an awesome game up to that point, and we went and blew it. I'm still salty 8 years later.
I was there. When we scored to go up 26-14, a sizable collection of Florida fans started leaving. Then, while everyone around me stared on in befuddlement, we kicked an extra point. An extra point? They're not kicking any field goals this late in the game. But an extra point it was.
I just sank into my seat when Florida scored the go-ahead TD. "We're never going to beat them," I mumbled. "What?" my girlfriend (now wife) asked. "It doesn't matter," I said.
To twist the knife, Medley's long potential winning FG just missed. Then to twist it even more, on the way back to the car I learned that Butch Jones had said we didn't go for 2 because of "the chart."
I drove right back home after the game. We had planned on spending the night, but I couldn't bear another minute in Gainesville. It was such a quiet drive. And a long one.
At least I got 2016 the next year though.