In my three years standing in the Red Zone, students have never arrived later and left earlier than they have so far this season.
Stanford has struggled with home field advantage all season, empty seats staring down as one of the nation’s top teams has marched to a third-straight double-figure winning season. But even the most die-hard fans out there started as fair-weather ones, and right now the forecast is looking pretty sunny for the future at Stanford.
For the first time in eight years, I sat on the sunny side of Stanford Stadium on Saturday. Far from the noise and youthful enthusiasm of the Red Zone, I was doing my bit for the greater cause of Cardinal football; I was introducing my parents to college football.
As a Stanford student, it’s pretty hard to complain very much. I go to a top-notch school that gives me a scholarship, access to great professors and facilities and doesn’t make me wait by the computer at 12:01 to pray I can get into maybe my third- or fourth-choice classes—unless it’s spring quarter wine tasting.
If you’re an undergrad, you probably already know that the Kappa Sigma fraternity got its house back; if you’re a grad student, you might not care. Either way, you might be wondering why I feel I can justify writing about this in my sports column. Prior to the Fiesta Bowl, I would have agreed
Whatever excuse I can muster, though, karma paid me back for showing weakness—nine Red Zone points or not, something went wrong when I showed up for the Big Game. As I scanned my ID card to enter the stadium, I discovered I hadn’t been allocated a ticket