Well I like the stadium. I like the colors, the mature trees and the water tank. It has some character. I like the fact that in thousands of stadiums like this come fall, moms, dads, sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles will get in their cars or walk to the stadium to see their favorite sons play the greatest game ever. They will cheer as hard as we do for our beloved Griz and the smell of popcorn, polish dogs and beer will be on the evening breeze. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of folks with their hears soaring or plunging on every play. In the heat of a hot August night in southern Mississippi or the brutal cold of late November in Missoula they come to both the crackerboxes and the mega stadiums. It is a good thing and one of the things that makes America great.
As far as OPS or Liberty or whoever you might want to look down your nose at, this is an opportunity to go to an exotic place, in this case Missoula, and play a team with a storied history. It will be an experience they will remember their entire life, much as us playing at Iowa or Tennessee. It will also give us a chance to round off some rough edges, maybe rest some injuries. Personally, I hope the OPS boys have a hell of a time here.
