Sometime in the late 60s or early 70s, I was driving home through Cincy on a Sunday when the Bengals were playing the NY Jets. The game was at UC’s Nippert Stadium, which then hadn’t been expanded or surrounded by buildings.
My pal and I stopped, and, along with a bunch of others, watched the game from a hill overlooking the stadium.
We could sense the action from that distance, but it was hard to observe any details from such a viewing spot. We got a sense of the action, but none of the subtleties.
That’s kind of how I feel at this juncture covering U of L football and the upcoming hoops season.