Brad and I spent the first half on the east end of the stadium, which is populated by parents, grandparents, and youngsters. But now we’re in the student section, and it doesn’t even seem like the same game. “I feel like I’m at a teen dance with a football game playing on a TV,” Brad said. By the way, new rules or not, there are at least a few vuvuzelas being blown. Good times.
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