Out west, it's the Apple Cup, Arizona vs Arizona State, and USC at UCLA.
Temperatures will vary, but a few of those games will be played in icy cold. Players and fans will be bundled up, and by the fourth quarter you'll see their breath in the night air.
And late in the quarter a couple of seniors will sneak toward the Gatorade bucket.
It started with Bill Parcells and the New York Giants in their drive to the Superbowl. By now it's become a sports cliche.
I understand it. In the joy of the moment, kids want to blow off a little steam.
But how utterly idiotic to expose their coach to shock and hypothermia to celebrate. A couple of coaches have been injured or gotten seriously sick as a result. George Allen even died a few days after a late game dousing.
Maybe it's just me, and I'm getting too old, but there ought to be a less dangerous way to mark the culmination of a dream. Just carry coach off the field on your shoulders, maybe dunk him in a bucket of confetti or something.
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