Inaugural year in the Big XII produced mixed results
I had never been on the field before the culmination of last Saturday’s game. I’ve been going to UCF games in the Bounce House since September 15th, 2007 and never got the opportunity to feel that ground beneath me. From an overhead drone shot the field looks pristine with precise lines and crisp coloring. Up close it looked like a bumpy grass lot with imperfect paint, outlining the standard measures of greatness on any given Saturday. A stage that I have watched so many brilliant performances on, as well as some absolute duds, experiencing the thrill of joy and at times bitter anguish.
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I had never been on the field before the culmination of last Saturday’s game. I’ve been going to UCF games in the Bounce House since September 15th, 2007 and never got the opportunity to feel that ground beneath me. From an overhead drone shot the field looks pristine with precise lines and crisp coloring. Up close it looked like a bumpy grass lot with imperfect paint, outlining the standard measures of greatness on any given Saturday. A stage that I have watched so many brilliant performances on, as well as some absolute duds, experiencing the thrill of joy and at times bitter anguish.
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