I didn’t know much about Hayden Fry when I first set foot on the University of Iowa campus. But I would learn.
I would learn about the pink locker room, and how Fry was one of the first coaches to openly embrace psychology while most of his peers dismissed science of the mind as hocus pocus. I would learn about how he wore white pants on game days so his quarterback could pick him out immediately on the sideline after throwing an interception.
I would learn about aviators and scratching where it itches and the Swarm. I would learn about the Tigerhawk and stand up tight ends and why Iowa wore basically the same uniforms as the Steelers.