It’s a peerless Fall Saturday in 1998, and I’m waiting with my folks and my sister at Triangle Park, just north of Varney’s Bookstore in Aggieville, for the next shuttle bus to KSU Stadium. One pulls to the curb, and the pack of fans crowds aboard. The bus door closes just before the group ahead of us can get on.
“Damn bandwagon fans,” grouses an elderly gentleman in a freshly-purchased Powercat jacket. “I liked it better before all these pretenders started showing up.”
Five minutes later another bus arrives, and we climb on.