I miss most on a Saturday evening like this? Sitting in the old Amon G. Carter Stadium when the metal bleachers would bake you all afternoon and the wind would whip through that open end zone like a freight train. We used to pack 40,000 in there and it sounded like 80,000 because the sound just echoed off those old concrete walls. My dad would bring a thermos of coffee and we would get there three hours early just to watch the other team warm up. Now they have video boards and s...