You can keep your fancy spring games with the DJs and the hype videos. Nothing compares to the old Camp Randall spring game tradition when we just scrimmaged on a cold April afternoon and you could hear pads popping from the student section. Reminds me of 1992 when we scrimmaged in a sleet storm and Barry stood there in his parka not saying a word. That is real football. Not this spring spectacle nonsense.