It’s no secret that Medium and I aren’t huge football fans. I have a whole pile of opinions on the subject, but suffice it to say: the sport is violent and the system is rigged against the athletes. But Tiny is interested, and I want him to have a comprehensive picture of our culture, so I took him to a game.  I learned two things: (1) Tiny has the patience of a saint and (2) it takes the patience of a saint to attend a college football game these days.

Once the interminable lines for parking and stadium entry were overcome, we had a fantastic time. Tiny was happy to shop for accoutrements and snacks while I enjoyed the atmosphere of the place.

For those who have not visited, I will say this: Tiger Stadium is a temple to the gods of football that would have turned Caesar green with envy. It is a beautiful thing – massive, sparkling, lit up like the surface of the sun, and perfectly designed for its purpose. We attended a “cupcake” game and so were only sharing the space with about 71,000 more spectators (a capacity crowd would have had 30,000 more), but the noise was impressive, nonetheless.

Our seats were good and the home team performed admirably. Tiny wants to go back again, if only for the Dippin’ Dots, foam fingers and the halftime show.