Our seats were on the north end of DKR, about midway up, diagonal to the back northwest corner of the end zone. It was September of 2015, a night game, and my son Miles and I were thrilled with the view. He had just turned 12.
Before this game against California, we had only been to blowouts, so he had never truly heard an electric DKR before. But this night was different; this was the night Jerrod Heard’s grandkids will hear about someday. Oh, and it will be quite a story.