A
sun-splashed Camp Randall sees the first game of Alvarez's magical 1993
season. An almost sellout crowd would soon be turning into the
toughest ticket in town.
The
season opener for the Badgers was expected to be a struggle, but Wisconsin
handed the Wolfpack a 35-17 defeat.
The Badgers were putting scores on the board in a fashion that did not
require ten minute drives and mistakes by the opponent. Things were
different this year as Wisconsin's offense started to show a bit more leg.
They were flashier and more daring.
It was the first win of a magical season that no Wisconsinite could
possibly envision.
It wasn’t quite
a sellout crowd yet, but more of the excitement of Camp Randall started to
hit me. This would be the year where
college football moved to the top of my flurry of interests. The past
few years, selling me on spending an afternoon watching football was a
challenging task. However, my stubbornness subsided as I began to
absorb the fantastic spectacle of this sport.
Yet, I was still just a
pup.
With about five minutes left and the game secured, I opted to leave
and get a head start on tailgating.This kind of crazy delusional thinking was the error of my
youth.Although tailgating is
great, you NEVER EVER leave a game…even if your team is down by seventy
with seconds left in the fourth quarter – never leave.I’m not saying that a team could come
back from that kind of a deficit, but as a fan, you are still part of that
atmosphere – it is still part of the amazing experience that is college
football.And above that, I have
seen people leave early and miss some extraordinary finishes…the kind that
you tell your grandchildren about at Christmas in front of the fire.The moral of the story – never leave a
college football game…it can affect several generations to come.
