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Game
One:
Minnesota
@ Wisconsin
A
rainy day in Madison for my first college football game. I'm stuck
between brother and mother probably staring at the clock.
The
hard turf and old track reflect the cold November rain.
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November 12, 1988
I didn’t even realize that this was my first
college football game until I was digging through old photos and came across
a dated image of my mother, brother, and me soaking up the action and the
rain in Camp Randall Stadium in Madison.
These were the pre-Barry Alvarez days in "The Camp" where the few
points on the board matched the few people in attendance.
The happenings of this game don't exactly flood
to my memory probably because I sat apathetically in the stands staring at
the clock. I knew halftime was nearing and my mother harbored similar
interests in this game as I did. We both were ready to bolt for the dry,
cozy van at the break. The parking lot became our view during the
second half as we listened to the Badgers come away with their only victory
of the season.
I knew nothing of the significance of this contest.
I hardly cared about the outcome or the trophy (Paul Bunyan's Axe) awarded
for this bitter border rivalry. At the tender age of nine, I would
never have guessed that this would be the beginning of a passion and a
mission that involved college football. Little did I know that the
Badgers were soon about to turn the corner and provide memories for our
family and friends that would last a lifetime. It wouldn't be long
before leaving at halftime of a Badger game would be sinful no matter how
fierce the elements. The spark to this ingnition came four years later
in the same stadium on a day where Wisconsin football turned the corner...
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