"Things" got so bad last night as I watched the game that I had to get up and move around. I found a seat in the top row of the end zone with nobody around me. My experience from that viewpoint was interesting. Having the students there might have made a difference but without them it was downright depressing. Here is what I saw and perhaps more poignant here is what I felt .....
1. I felt like I was back attending one of those three ring circuses from my childhood days. All kinds of things happening at once and none of it connected to anything else. Noise, very loud music, contests of varying kinds, announcers selling stuff and opportunities, people waving thunder sticks instead of balloons, little kids running up and down the aisles, and a number of sullen adults looking like they couldn't wait to get out of there ....
2. The act in the center ring somehow seemed to be an "add on" .... not sure I can explain that .... it just "felt" that way. One team was way better than the other team. One team was playing with a sense of futility although with maximum effort. A futility that grew as the game went on - and trips back to the bench to rest and refuel did not seem to help. And then a strange thing happened .... who knows where these "things" come from .....
4. It was as if I was watching a little boat with a small outboard motor and nobody in the boat, it was moving around in half circles, full circles, then bobbing straight up and down, the rudder not having any influence, the weather deteriorating, the engine beginning to sputter from lack of gasoline, the wind rising and nightfall coming on ....
I left early and felt worse on the way home than I did after those defeats to RPI and Harvard .... many, many years ago.