You all can keep hyping these 43-transfer portal classes and these spring practice battles where nobody knows who is even on the roster week to week. It just makes me think back to the old days when the bowl games actually meant something. I remember sitting in the stands at the 1988 Mineral Water Bowl watching our Ichabods grind out a 17-14 win over a tough team and every single guy on that field had been in the program for three or four years. You knew their names, you knew their stories, you watched them grow from freshmen into men. Now we got kids suiting up for three different schools in three years and nobody even knows what a real bowl game looks like anymore. The MIAA had real bowl tie-ins back then and you played for the pride of your school not for whatever NIL bag was waiting in the portal. I miss the days when you earned a bowl trip by winning games in November not by having the biggest checkbook in the transfer window.