I was sitting by myself (albeit had moved to the front row), soaked to the bone, freezing, depressed about our play, and then the chant started. I just listened at first, threw in a couple of half hearted "go whites", and then my voice started getting louder with ever shout.
By the end of the chant, I'm standing, screaming "go white" at the top of my lungs, and was thinking how lucky I was be there, at that game, in that moment, sitting in the front row, cheering our team to fight on.
I don't know why, but that chant really got to me. Miserable weather, poor play, stadium largely abandoned, and yet the crowd managed to rise up in the best display of Spartan spirit I can remember.
Those who stayed were richly rewarded. Great chant, great 4th down play, and then finally . . . the rain stopped.
By the end of the chant, I'm standing, screaming "go white" at the top of my lungs, and was thinking how lucky I was be there, at that game, in that moment, sitting in the front row, cheering our team to fight on.
I don't know why, but that chant really got to me. Miserable weather, poor play, stadium largely abandoned, and yet the crowd managed to rise up in the best display of Spartan spirit I can remember.
Those who stayed were richly rewarded. Great chant, great 4th down play, and then finally . . . the rain stopped.
