Most every fall there were a few guarantees in terms of family weekend outings, apple picking and ARMY football, both as certain as the foliage itself. And as I reflect, I'm not sure the connection other than my less than stellar high school career at New York Military Academy, West Point's breeding ground, dad was SAC Air Force and grandpa who was Big Red One.
Now the pilgrimage is streamlined as I'm still going to games, by myself or with a last minute pluck from my contacts list, I do enjoy activities as a solo act.
I'd say there were a few minor mishaps along the way, but none that I'd remove points for. It's just that the blue shirts, not cadets, but personnel that innocently enough fumbled with answers to my questions of closer parking and bus shuttle locations and schedules. Not a big deal in the big picture of things considering it was a most beautiful sunny day.
The five fellows that parachuted onto the field after jumping out of a helicopter is an awesome pregame activity, a must see. Firing of the cannon on touchdowns hits ya right in the chest and sends a tingle to the extremities which is a thrill. No beer and no charging stations for our phones was a bummer as my phone croaked on 9W an hour before kickoff.
The Black Nights program took a welcome turn after beating NAVY the last two years, but I don't see that happening this year. The offence consisted of eight to ten throws and a thousand running plays. After watching the underthrows and lollipop throws, it made sense but it wasn't enough to give San Jose State a good game, final score was a bit deceptive. read more