College football is beautiful. Despite the consternation surrounding the shrinking in-person crowds, the “end” of amateurism within the sport, and the cynics who would tell you that the College Football playoff has destroyed the game, hundreds of thousands still flock to massive stadiums to watch their squads every Saturday.
College football is beautiful in its pageantry. It’s beautiful in it’s conjunction with the awesome metamorphosis of weather from scorching heat to pleasant autumnal breezes. It’s beautiful in its character and historic charm. (Where else do young men engage in a fierce three-hour affair for discarded items like a Little Brown Jug or an Old Oaken Bucket?