Last month, at the first game of the season, against Kent, my father arrived at Rutgers Stadium five hours before kickoff. Thanks to my wake-up call, I straggled in with my mother a mere 3� hours before the big moment.
It was the first game to be played in the new stadium, and the place was soon brimming with 33,279 fans, then the largest crowd ever to watch a game on campus. The Rutgers fans were wearing red, just as they had at that first game so many Saturdays ago, and bellowing cheers. And my family's autumnal madness was in full color, just as it is every football season. All of us, seated as usual in section 105, stood up and cheered in anticipation of the opening kickoff.
"Doesn't it look great?" my father asked, scanning the stadium.
Yes, Dad, college football, 125 years old, never looked better. At least not at Rutgers.