MikeDamone
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Fuck all the gimmicky contests. The kids don’t give a shit. They LEAVE! Dump the piped in music too. Back in the day we had Rock and Roll. Real Rock and Roll. I didn’t want to hear at the game then. Don’t want to hear it now.
Expand the north side seating down five more rows. Put the band and the students back behind the team. Keep the premium seating but lower the prices in the west end zone and at the top of the third deck. Poor people can’t afford to go or take the kids. Poor people make noise. So do their kids. When kids scream, kids next to them scream.
College Football is about 1) Winning 2) Tailgating and 3) a student BAND
Bill Bissell and his band accented the action on the field. Sacks and TFL “NaNa Nah. NaNa Hah” popping drums, clanging symbols.
Lose the bars holding back the team in the tunnel. It’s fucking embarrassing. The players hate it. Shit can the purple smoke.
“Say who; say what.” Organic hype, both for the players and the fans outside the tunnel. Let our players fuck with the opponents in the tunnel. James let it happen. He encouraged it. There’s enough comportment in society these days.
Bring back the Husky VW and jack up the air raid siren volume. It’s tradition. Every Husky fan with a pulse knows the siren. It’s lost in all the manufactured bullshit.
Newsflash Jen. Back in the 80s fans tipped flasks. Everyone had one. It was no big deal. Fans got fucked up and mostly stayed in their seats or went to the parking lot to mix and down another bomber. Install kegs at ALL the concession stands. People will pay. Let them go back to their seats.
Simple. Simple. Simple.
I know you’re being sarkastic but the team does “say who” in the tunnel but this visiting team locker room has been moved and they won’t be in the tunnel. Ever.
Also, I, and most people around me have flasks