You want to know what I miss? Sitting in the old Amon G. Carter Stadium on a Saturday afternoon back in the early 80s, before they put all those luxury boxes in. You could feel the heat coming off the AstroTurf and hear every single hit. That place had soul. You could smell the burnt ends from the tailgate lots and the kids selling programs for a dollar. Now it is all shiny and new and I barely recognize it. They tore out the east side bleachers where my dad took me to watch us knock off Texa...