You are a small college town. I apologize for the awful things that I said about you in the car as I was racing the darkness. I lost. But we all lose when your town is laid out with a promise of signs to tell me how to get to Jack Trice, and no follow through. Coming from Minneapolis, you told me to exit to Jack Trice Stadium, and I did. You told me to go straight through a stop light, that I would get to Jack Trice - and I did. Then you stopped telling me how to get to Jack Trice. In fact, in the dark, your little town told me nothing. So you may suck, but not nearly as much as Iowa City.
Second, to Jack Trice Stadium:
I wish I knew more about you. But your douche bag of a friend Ames lied to me. So I'm sorry that I couldn't find out more about you. I would make sure you get together with Ames and find a better way to point visitors to your locale, rather than allowing to run Buck Wild as it is today.
First Game: v. Air Force, 1975
Surface: Natural
Google Map of Jack Trice Stadium (I have no idea what is happening in the South End Zone)
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