I am taking the red-eye tonight to North Carolina, since now THERE IS ONE. No more stopping in Dallas/Ft. Worth or Pittsburgh or Charlotte, which is just ghastly when you’re taking the red-eye anyway. Speaking of which, when I was in my 20s, “the red eye” meant something else. So did “red wings”. Or did I say that already? But I truly digress.
For them’s what wanna know why I’m making this trip, my 28th home Dook game in a row since I was, like, 17 years old, there are so many reasons over so many decades, but I think this pic of a Koach K Klown Kollege fan may say more than mere words ever could: