My trip to Arizona Stadium

 I sat in the south-end zone last night next to the band. I quietly took it all in — the Wildcats on the field of play, the roar of the crowd, the college scene from tailgating to kickoff, and the final ticks of time on the giant scoreboard.

It all seemed similar to when I was a Jackrabbit Hernandez fan from the 195Os.

One thing was different: At 79, I was forced to hold onto the railings as I maneuvered up and down the steps. I was tired, and we lost—a double whammy!

And no Pac-12, but a new conference to boot. Everything seems out of touch and different, even the long walks to the snack bars and the restrooms.

It’s time to watch the college scene on the television screen while sitting in my comfy recliner at home.

Tough to admit. It’s time to watch my Wildcats from a distance. Win or lose, I’ll still cheer them on.

Go, Wildcats! Beat BYU!