The year is 1987. It’s a cool Texas February morning during the heat of your second semester in the school year. You wake up in your residence (likely a dorm) and traverse campus similarly to how you would any other day: get ready for classes, eat breakfast in the dining hall and finish up on any last minute assignments (if you actually happen to pay attention in class).
Your stretch towards evening remains the same as the day prior. That is, until you hear the treacherous news of a seismic shift in your school’s athletic program: no more football.