My first year at Washington was 1991. I suppose one could say it was a good year.
I was a Husky fan before coming to UW as a freshman. But I learned about Husky football that year. I mean, I truly learned about Husky football that season.
I learned that football was best played in the afternoon on the shores of Lake Washington.
I learned about the physics of sound waves crashing off of the Husky Stadium overhangs.
I learned that smallish receivers could put up seasons better than the eventual Heisman winner.