Post by A&T AGGIE 96 on Sept 27, 2004 14:55:13 GMT -5
Davidson football is the game in its purest form
RON GREEN SR.
On a wide swath of grass out beyond the scoreboard, dozens of little kids romped around, doing handstands and tossing balls and chasing each other.
On the track encircling the football field, four girls, high school or college age, played hacky sack, and across the way, on the other side of the field, a man and woman walked a baby in a stroller. At one end of the field, people sat on the deck of the student union, chatting and soaking up the sun.
Meanwhile, on the field, in the midst of all this serenity, Davidson's Wildcats were giving their all for dear ol' DC in a close battle with the Butler Bulldogs.
There were 72,000 at Arkansas Saturday, 89,000 at Florida, 104,000 at Tennessee. At Davidson, there were several hundred, their number swollen a bit by homecoming.
At Arkansas, Florida, Tennessee and other such bastions of the big time, football is a religion. At Davidson, football is just football, nearly if not wholly as pure as it was when players wore leather helmets and ran the single wing.
When you grow weary of Who's No. 1 and the Heisman Watch and the Bowl Championship Series, wander over to Davidson for a game. Ten bucks for adults, five for kids. Or you can sit on the deck of the student union and watch for free.
No parking problems, no traffic jams bigger than eight or 10 cars, and it's worth the price of admission just to walk around the campus before or after the game.
This college has lain on this land since 1837. In the Old Quad are some of the original buildings. Most of the trees look as if they've been around for as long.
There are no scholarship players at Davidson, unless it's an academic scholarship. There is no marching band. There are no TV timeouts. There are no cops to escort the coaches off the field after the game.
There's just a football game for the enjoyment of the players and those students and alumni who care to watch.
www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/sports/9769751.htm
RON GREEN SR.
On a wide swath of grass out beyond the scoreboard, dozens of little kids romped around, doing handstands and tossing balls and chasing each other.
On the track encircling the football field, four girls, high school or college age, played hacky sack, and across the way, on the other side of the field, a man and woman walked a baby in a stroller. At one end of the field, people sat on the deck of the student union, chatting and soaking up the sun.
Meanwhile, on the field, in the midst of all this serenity, Davidson's Wildcats were giving their all for dear ol' DC in a close battle with the Butler Bulldogs.
There were 72,000 at Arkansas Saturday, 89,000 at Florida, 104,000 at Tennessee. At Davidson, there were several hundred, their number swollen a bit by homecoming.
At Arkansas, Florida, Tennessee and other such bastions of the big time, football is a religion. At Davidson, football is just football, nearly if not wholly as pure as it was when players wore leather helmets and ran the single wing.
When you grow weary of Who's No. 1 and the Heisman Watch and the Bowl Championship Series, wander over to Davidson for a game. Ten bucks for adults, five for kids. Or you can sit on the deck of the student union and watch for free.
No parking problems, no traffic jams bigger than eight or 10 cars, and it's worth the price of admission just to walk around the campus before or after the game.
This college has lain on this land since 1837. In the Old Quad are some of the original buildings. Most of the trees look as if they've been around for as long.
There are no scholarship players at Davidson, unless it's an academic scholarship. There is no marching band. There are no TV timeouts. There are no cops to escort the coaches off the field after the game.
There's just a football game for the enjoyment of the players and those students and alumni who care to watch.
www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/sports/9769751.htm
