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MIAMI VICE TWICE
Rick Reilly
October 06, 1986
Of dubious reputation off the field but a fearsome force on it, the Hurricanes blew away Oklahoma again and took over No. 1
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October 06, 1986

Miami Vice Twice

Of dubious reputation off the field but a fearsome force on it, the Hurricanes blew away Oklahoma again and took over No. 1

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Though Miami led only 7-3 at the half, Testaverde had put a cleat through Oklahoma's vigor with one beautiful, decimating play near the end of the second quarter. Back to pass and suddenly in the grasp of defensive end Mike Aljoe, Testaverde kicked himself free and scrambled to the right. With Testaverde, scrambling is perhaps too vulgar a word. Testaverde sort of strolls with purpose. He never panics, is always erect and is almost clairvoyant about ne'er-do-wells drawing up from behind. "He has this incredible understanding of what's going on," said Switzer.

Anyway, when college football's Testarossa saw no one to the right, he cut across the grain, freed his shoe from another tackier and took his little field trip to the other sideline before finally calling it quits and opting for a 10-yard dash. Dropped like litter on the grass were crimson-and-cream splotches. "He broke them with that," said Miami's fine center, Gregg Rakoczy. "He ran 75 yards for a 10-yard gain, but their heads were down. You could see it."

In the locker room at halftime, the Sooners seemed spent. When Switzer said, "If you can get one touchdown, we'll win," you could sense that even that was asking too much. Miami had the wishbone patrolled from every street corner. Oklahoma fullback Lydell Carr, who had been averaging five yards per carry, would get six yards all day.

All that remained was for Testaverde to combust, and he did with two touchdown passes within 44 seconds in the third quarter to make the score 21-3. The outcome was not much at issue after that, even when Sooner tight end Keith Jackson turned a post pattern into a 54-yard TD. The time had come for the Hurricanes to take their rightful place—No. 1 AP, UPI, SI and FBI—and go into their patented Helen Reddy defense (You and Me Against the World).

"You newspaper people are going to make us national champs," Highsmith hollered. "Call us undisciplined! Find something to pick on next week!"

Then Bratton: "We're on a mission."

Highsmith: "To heaven."

Now, brothers and sisters, put your right hand on your TV dial and go....

click.

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