Wren, people will come, Wren.
They'll come to Morgantown for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up Don Nehlen Drive not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at the stadium as innocent as children, longing for the past.
"Of course, we won't mind if you look around," you'll say. "It's only twenty-thousand dollars per person." They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it. For it is money they have and peace they lack.
And they'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect fall afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along the 40-yard-line, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces.
People will come, Wren.
The one constant through all the years, Wren, has been spot the ball.
College football has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But jet tempo has marked the time.
This rope, this game -- it's a part of our past, Wren. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again.
Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Wren. People will most definitely come.
They'll come to Morgantown for reasons they can't even fathom. They'll turn up Don Nehlen Drive not knowing for sure why they're doing it. They'll arrive at the stadium as innocent as children, longing for the past.
"Of course, we won't mind if you look around," you'll say. "It's only twenty-thousand dollars per person." They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it. For it is money they have and peace they lack.
And they'll walk out to the bleachers, and sit in shirt-sleeves on a perfect fall afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along the 40-yard-line, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game, and it'll be as if they'd dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they'll have to brush them away from their faces.
People will come, Wren.
The one constant through all the years, Wren, has been spot the ball.
College football has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It's been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But jet tempo has marked the time.
This rope, this game -- it's a part of our past, Wren. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again.
Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Wren. People will most definitely come.
