I was living in Southern California at the time and flew back east just to go to that game, so in hindsight I guess I was pretty confident as well!
My best friend Jay had come down from Atlanta and picked me up at the airport. We somehow had great seats, 30-40 yard line, students' side, but I don't remember actually sitting in mine the entire game.
The only slight damper was when an FSU fan behind me started whining and grousing that Dexter Carter should be kicked off the team for putting the penalty flag on Bernard Clark's head.
I think I turned around and explained to him that this wasn't a football game, it was war... those were the days I think I really felt that way!
The main thing about the weekend was that I believe it was the turning point to where I began to think "been there, done that" with the whole So. Cal scene and began making plans to move back to Fla, which I did the following summer. Too bad I had to wait until '93 to see us beat Miami again.