I’m a native Southerner who grew up in Alabama and graduated from UA. When I was in college, if you were a sorority member you would not think of going to a football game without wearing a dress, pantyhose and heels if you had a date, and only a little dressed down without a date (as if that could happen!). Around 1981, a group of us went up to College Station, Pa., for the Alabama-Penn State game. For that, we did dress down a little since it was going to be cold and we were alumni by then. We were amazed to see the Penn State fans come wandering in about halfway through the first quarter, clad in jeans and sweatshirts. Then they pulled bottles of blackberry wine from back pockets (Jack Daniels or Rebel Yell or Wild Turkey preferred then at Bama) for their libations. And by halfway through the 4th quarter, much of the stadium had emptied although it was a to-the-endzone last-minute nailbiter of a game.