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When you are on the north side of half a century perspective begins to change. The same experience from 10 or 20 years ago means something different that many years later. Wiser? Maybe. A little fire lost? Could be a little of that too.
I love going to the UCONN games at the Rent. For me it's an oppornity to see family on a more regular basis and share the games. Yesterday it was my brothers and son, some tail gating and much laughter. The guys talking football and being crude. Good stuff.
I see the full parking lot, the jammed student section and think back to the 30+ years ago when I spent 4 of the best years of my life at Storrs and when soccer games regularly outdrew football games.
I recognize the extraordinary effort put out by young men playing a game that is as demanding intelectually and emotionally as it is physically.....and it would never cross my mind to boo them, regardless of the results.
I wonder at the talent that comprises our band when they play one of the most beautiful renditions of God Bless Americ that I have ever heard from a marching band.
I reminisce as I see students testing the bounds of alcohol consumption and sociatal behavior in general. I remember the energy, uncertainty, the hope and promise.
So I stayed in the Rent until the NCState QB took his knee. Disappointed. We went back to the lot and relaxed to let the traffic clear. The weather, for the most part, had held out perfectly. More laughs. Hugs good-bye.
Bufallo in two weeks, and I can't wait.
I love going to the UCONN games at the Rent. For me it's an oppornity to see family on a more regular basis and share the games. Yesterday it was my brothers and son, some tail gating and much laughter. The guys talking football and being crude. Good stuff.
I see the full parking lot, the jammed student section and think back to the 30+ years ago when I spent 4 of the best years of my life at Storrs and when soccer games regularly outdrew football games.
I recognize the extraordinary effort put out by young men playing a game that is as demanding intelectually and emotionally as it is physically.....and it would never cross my mind to boo them, regardless of the results.
I wonder at the talent that comprises our band when they play one of the most beautiful renditions of God Bless Americ that I have ever heard from a marching band.
I reminisce as I see students testing the bounds of alcohol consumption and sociatal behavior in general. I remember the energy, uncertainty, the hope and promise.
So I stayed in the Rent until the NCState QB took his knee. Disappointed. We went back to the lot and relaxed to let the traffic clear. The weather, for the most part, had held out perfectly. More laughs. Hugs good-bye.
Bufallo in two weeks, and I can't wait.