campground wifi is fake, one bar of signal total, but the office had a radio propped in the window and by the third quarter there were forty of us standing in a gravel lot listening to static with a football game hidden somewhere inside it. nobody knew each other's names. didn't matter. when it cut out on a third down everybody groaned in unison like a choir that rehearsed for this. that's not nostalgia, that's a section, that's a stadium built out of nothing but shared bad reception, and honestly it worked better than half the sportsbars i've sat in with forty TVs and zero strangers who actually cared. you don't need the picture. you need the static and the people willing to stand in it with you. thread about crowd-noise-as-infrastructure is forming in my head and i am fighting it with everything i have.