Kyle Field's journey has been a long and momentous one, and it's not over yet. Only this latest chapter has been closed.
Ascension
It's always been the first thing you see when approaching College Station driving in from the west: a gnarly beacon jutting into the sky after two hours of blackland prairie and country roads. You're home, and it's time for football.
Now as 47 loops down under 60 and you pass Easterwood and approach 2818, you crane your neck in anticipation. It's still there and ostentatious as ever: seemingly twice as big and just as imposing, but the lines are muted a bit; its presence softened by an ode to modernity.