Mrs. Basket Case and I went to the 2000 Army-Navy game. Most are in Philadelphia, but a few rotate around, and that one was in Baltimore. A bright clear day, but [censored] cold.
Neither team was very good that year. Going into the game, I think they might have had three wins between them.
Every American should see at least one of these games, including watching the march of the cadets and midshipmen into the stadium. It will renew your faith in youth and the future of the republic.
The most memorable part was a Marine, dressed to resemble Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now -- cavalry hat, blindingly shiny boots, and bloused pants. The Navy midshipmen don't march much, and their lines we're getting a bit wavy. Plus, they were more walking than marching, and they were talking to one another. Not the standard disciplined presentation.
He barked out an admonition that can come from only a SEAL instructor, and can't be repeated on TF. Boomed for a couple of blocks. Unfortunately, it's one of those things where nothing other than military-grade profanity truly conveys the message. The Navy kids straightened up real quick. And we who were on the parade route, and within earshot, smiled with a combination of entertainment, understanding, and pride.
A truly singular moment.
Also, TV doesn't always show the singing of the alma maters at the end. Loser's song first, winner's last. Thus the saying, you always want to sing last. Anyway, if you can spend the whole day from parade, through the game, and stay to singing, and not tear up, well, you just don't have a heart.
If you get the chance, go. No matter how good or bad either team is, go.
I promise, if you take in the whole experience, and look at it as far more than just the game itself, you will take the memories to your grave.