You walk into Martin Stadium today and it's all fancy club seats and suites. Reminds me of the old days when we'd show up two hours early just to get a spot on those aluminum bleachers that would burn your legs in September and freeze you solid by November. The concrete concourse where the steam would rise off the hot dogs and you could hear the band warming up from a mile away. That place had soul. Now they've polished it up nice but something got lost along the way. I miss the rattle of those old stands when the crowd got going on third down.