The scene is calm in a gravel and grass parking lot off Trinity Road, home of the Wolfpack tailgating tradition.

A steady breeze whispers through the tree line, ruffling the feathers of blackbirds scavenging for scraps missed by the Chuck-It Wagons and clean-up crews.

The only remnants of a football game that just Sunday night attracted more than a thousand tailgaters are a few sparsely scattered plastic cups and a lone RV parked sullenly in the back row.

But a little over a year ago, the landscape was not so peaceful.

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