People will come. They’ll come to Boise for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn onto Broadway, not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at Bronco Stadium, as innocent as children, longing for the past. "Of course, we won’t mind if you want to become season ticket holders," you’ll say. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it, for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk off to the bleachers and sit in their short sleeves on a perfect afternoon. And find they have reserved seats somewhere in the South End-zone, where they sat when they were young. And scream their faces off for their favorite Boise State heroes. And they’ll watch the game, and it’ll be as they’d dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick, they’ll have to brush them away from their faces.
People will come, Harsin. The one constant through the past decade, has been BSU football. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But Bronco Nation has marked the time.
This blue field, this game, is a part of our past and future. It reminds us of all that once was good, and that could be again.
Oh people will come, Harsin. People will most definitely come.