I moved to Boise in June 1968 from California. Yes, I was one of the original Cal migrators that the "original" Boiseans learned to hate(very few originals left). We stayed at the motel on Capitol which has only recently been torn down.I had absolutley nothing to do so I wandered over,and then past, this unassuming collection of old brick buidings. I continued towards Broadway avenue and saw this group of guys cleaning up around what I thought was a high school football stadium. I didnt even connect it to those buildings, the nearest one being what I know now to be Chafee Hall (Boise State dorms). Less than 3 days before I had been in a nearly empty L A Colisuem watching a soccer game. Bronco stadium, if that was what it was called., looked to me to be litttle more than a chain link fence, dilaptidated bleachers-you couldnt stage a decent dog fight in the thing.We lived near Municipal park and later that summer or early fall I saw Tony Knapp deliver a fairly rousing speech to a handful of people-though still in high school I was fed well as no one seemed to care if you were a student or not. Memories arent clear(this was the '60s) but he mentioned we were either getting ready to play, or someday would be ready to play, Weber State. This was said in tones that clearly indicated Weber was a powerhouse. I have many Bronco memories, but these are my absolute very first. I didnt actually know at the time that this was the Broncos first year competeing as anything other than a juco. But every minute of those memories, every second, even down to the taste of the hot dog, the cheerleaders, what Tony was wearing, the light through the canopy of trees at Municipal, comes back when I see the rankings-#1 Florida #2 Alabama #3 Texas #4 Boise State. As a boy I saw Alabama and Texas all the time and loved the Longhorn emblem. I didnt see Florida as much but liked the orange helmet.USC, Notre Dame, UCLA, Michigan-I seen those schools live and as I stood with Tony et al I pitied them and admired their bravery in trying to bring some spark to that pathetic little gathering. Pardon an old man; we get this way. What I'm trying to say is this:to look where you are sometimes you have to see where you've been. Fight on Boise State.