While in Omaha we got the opportunity to visit Rosenblatt Stadium on the last day it was open to the public. Although my alma mater has won several national championships there in the last twenty years, I've never particularly felt a sentimental attachment to the place. At least not until that final day. The sight of a field full of weeds, chipped and faded paint, and the seatless concrete benches made me sad.
Rosenblatt, I hardly knew ye.
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