I remember sitting in the north end zone in 1982 when the hedges were still thin enough you could see through them and the whole stadium felt like it was built on nothing but passion and concrete. Josh Brooks can talk about family atmosphere all he wants but nothing replaces the feeling of walking into Sanford when it was just a stadium, not a corporate entertainment complex. Those old bleachers where you’d elbow the same stranger every Saturday for a decade, that was real family.