After Syracuse got the next kickoff, it fumbled the ball to Cal on its own 28. This time it took the Bears seven plays to score, with Fullback John McGaffie diving over from the one. Only 10 minutes had gone by and already the score was 14-0.
Following a couple of punts, Syracuse fumbled the ball to Cal again, this time when Irby Augustine hit Wingback John Bulicz with one of those tackles you can hear on the other side of the Bay. A few plays later Ron Miller kicked a 50—repeat 50—yard field goal and it was 17-0 and still the first quarter had not ended.
About now the Cal linemen began to notice something odd. As one of them put it, "The starch went out of Syracuse. I don't know what it was exactly, but they weren't hitting the way they had been. I mean last year you could feel it right in the bottom of your feet when they hit you. By the end of the first quarter they were like a different team. They were complaining about the heat and the smog and how hard the field was and things like that. I can't figure it. That's not Syracuse."
It certainly isn't. Ben Schwartzwalder said afterward that in all his 19 years at Syracuse he could never remember one of his teams making so many mistakes on offense. A seven-yard punt resulted in another Cal score, and just before the half, Al Newton, the Syracuse fullback who is supposed to follow in the footsteps of Jimmy Brown, Floyd Little and Larry Csonka, was actually tackled at the line of scrimmage by his own center. In the third quarter, after finally managing to make its first first down by rushing, Syracuse was so stunned it was penalized five yards for delaying the game. In all, Syracuse lost three fumbles and had six passes intercepted, the last resulting in a 45-yard touchdown run by Cornerback Bernie Keeles to put the score at 43-0.
Here, at last, Syracuse got its first break. While Keeles was in midflight the final gun sounded and a swarm of small fry flooded the playing field. There was no use trying to restore order, so history will never know whether the score might have been 44-0, or even 45-0 if Cal had recklessly decided to gamble for two points. At any rate, it was the worst beating a Syracuse team had taken in 15 years. Above the stadium on Tightwad Hill the bare-skinned hippies who were sunning themselves and gazing dreamily at the distant scene below-must have thought someone had spiked their pot.
Of course, it is a long way from Syracuse to Pasadena. In between there is Washington next week in Seattle and then the awful confrontation with O.J. in Los Angeles, to say nothing of the Big Game with Stanford, always a meeting as unpredictable as a coed's promise. But should Cal's Bears emerge unscathed, there is no telling what might happen to the Berkeley image. Ronnie Reagan—Supergov, as they like to call him around Berkeley—might even get off Cal's back and stop trying to remake the place in the image of Western Illinois State Normal or Eureka or wherever it was that they molded him in the great intellectual traditions of statehouse politics.