I know it’s hard to deal with the cold, wet, and nasty last game of the regular season. It seems like it has been this way for the last 4 or 5 years. It almost seems as a right of passage. We as observers can wine and moan about the seating and parking situation, maybe we didn’t like the play called in a given situation or the way the Coach manages the clock.

But we as observers have forgotten how time passes when we are on the field on a Friday night under the lights.