I remember that game, and I remember Major Harris, he was arguably (after Doug Williams) the first of a long litany of BIG, BLACK non-cerebral Quarterbacks who could run run run (for the first five years of their college/NFL careers until, mid-way thru their third year of NFL Bling --*BOOM*-- they get clocked one last time in the right place and VOILA! -- You have a BIG BLACK mannequin now at quarterback)

Donovan, the dead Steve "Air" Mcnair, Reggie Slack, Daunte "A Big W, A big BIG W...Captain Culpepper", Michael Bishop, The Vick Bruthas, etc etc etc

But the thing about West VAGINA football is, the program itself resembles the "in-bred, we've inhaled too much coal dust, and it is so boring in West Virginia that their is nothing for young college-age people to do except FUCK and steal their dying-from-black-lung coal miner grandpa's Oxycontin" mentality! They put together virtually the SAME team year after year, with the same simple schemes, relying on the pure athleticism/simian ability of its star athletes to beat lesser teams, but then CHOKE *cough cough* when they make it to a so-called BIG GAME against a nationally ranked team.