I really, really, really miss the old Orange Bowl. Last year, I attended my first Dolphins game (the Jets game...now that one will live on in my memory), but I was weaned on Orange Bowl Dolphin games as a child. I grew up in Bob Griese's home town (Evansville, IN), and watching the Dolphins on Sunday was a religion. I can remember A.J. Duhe picking off an errant Jets pass in the mud to seal up the AFC. I can remember Mark Duper one-handing a bomb (tapping it to himself) down the sideline for a touchdown. When I sit down and think about it, I can remember a lot of nice things. Of course, unfortunately, nothing will live larger in my memory than the Chargers loss in the playoffs. I literally cried after that game. I guess I know how Hootie feels.