I miss more than anything on a quiet June evening like this? Sitting in those old wooden bleachers at Sanford Stadium when the temperature was still hanging around and you could hear the cleats clicking on the concrete before kickoff. Not this sanitized modern experience with the jumbotrons blaring and the music pumping every timeout. I remember the 1982 game against Clemson when the whole stadium was shaking so bad I thought those old seats might give way, and you could smell the cigar smoke from the press box all the way down to section 105. The new stadium renovations are nice and all but they took the soul out of the place. You cannot replicate that feeling of being packed in like sardines with 82,000 people who all knew the words to every cheer and did not need a video board to tell them when to get loud.