I miss? Camp Randall on a cold November afternoon when the old bleachers would shake under your feet. That place had soul. The 1993 game against Michigan when we stormed the field after that last stop, you could feel the whole stadium breathing as one. Now they've added all these fancy suites and video boards and it just is not the same. The new generation will never understand what it felt like to pack into those wooden seats with 70,000 of your closest friends and watch Barry'...