For four years in the Sixties I was a grad student at Penn State, but I never attended a football game. I lived close enough that I could hear the cheers when Penn State scored, but that’s as close as I got. I lived in the Bay Area during the Joe Montana/Steve Young era, but I only watched them on television. Philadelphia is only 90 miles away, but it would never occur to me to buy a ticket to an Eagles game.
So why, tonight, do I feel so sad?
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