You want to know what I miss more than anything in this era of bag men and transfer portals and kids jumping ship the second they don't start as freshmen? I miss the old Camp Randall Stadium when the south end zone was just a giant hill where you could park yourself with a blanket and watch real football. The 1993 saeson when we shocked the world and went to the Rose Bowl, that hill was packed with families and students who actually grew up in Wisconsin and knew what it meant to cheer for the Badgers. Now they built those fancy luxury seats and suites and priced out the very people who bled cardinal and white for decades. The place still gets loud but it is not the same kind of loud. It is corporate loud. Back in the Dave McClain years you could hear the difference between a real fan and somebody who just bought a ticket because it was the thing to do on Saturday. Camp Randall was a cathedral built by farmers and factory workers not by donor checkbooks. I will die on this hill.