Late in the 1975-76 season my dad gave me his Super 8mm movie camera loaded with film and instructed me to take it up into the loft at Wendler Arena and film some of the Game. I went up and picked a spot from where I figured I'd get some good footage and shot the whole roll of film. I'm sure that nether my dad, nor myself knew what a crappy cameraman I was- but as soon as the film was developed we broke out dad's old projector and showed the movie to the whole family. When it was over we all looked at each other and said... "Well that sucked." That was probably the moment I decided to go to flight school and not film school. However, three and half decades later, its a lot more fun to watch.