That fall camp evening a few years back when the whole tailgate lot just stopped and watched the sky turn. We had the smoker going low and slow since sunrise, ribs falling off the bone. Then that old guy two tents over starts telling stories about the 1982 game against Alabama and how the whole. And you look around and realize every single person in that lot has a version of the same memory, just different years. How does that energy not count for something when the natonal media talks about what makes a program tough?