Duke, 1972. I have no idea of the opponent. There was an aroma in the air, and it wasn't burning leaves. Not oak or maple, anyway.
Dook was awful then. The favorite chant was "If you can't go to college, go to State." (clap clap)
About all I remember was that an end zone was open; just a grass-covered hill covered with students throwing Frisbees for the quad dogs. I don't think I went to more than two games.