Dimon Kendrick-Holmes

This column is not about football.

It’s about savoring a quiet Saturday.

It’s also about not acting like a jerk when you’re a guest in someone’s home.

Bess and I spent last Saturday afternoon on the campus of Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, where a group of young men from our alma mater Vanderbilt were participating in a certain intercollegiate event.

We arrived early because 66,231 other people would also be attending the event and looking for a parking space.

We backed up to a shady spot in Ag Quad outside Smyth Hall, which houses the department of crop and soil environmental science and is adorned by bird gargoyles.

Around us, folks were plugging in generators, firing up big screen TVs, rolling out coffin-sized coolers and unloading sectional sofas.

We put out

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