The first Spring Game that I attended, in April of 2005, was complete ass. I was a sophomore at Ohio State, living off campus on Summit near Hudson, and I (stupidly) thought that it'd be a fun idea to walk down to the stadium to take in a little spring football. After all, it's not every day that you get to watch Todd Boeckman hand the ball off to Erik Hawover and over and over and over in Werner Herzog weather.
"It definitely felt good out there," said Boeckman at the postgame press conference.