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Not to put any undo pressure on the University of South Dakota. But take it from a reporter who has years of experience on this subject: When it comes to a conference site visit, the only thing you can do is screw it up.
It seemed like just another Sunday morning in late November. Jason and Lynn Miller, a young couple with a young child, were going about their business.
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It was about one year ago when North Dakota State football fans were wondering when they were going to lose their head football coach.
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The football was deflated from its pumped-up heyday. It was a yellowish color that had player autographs from the 1965 North Dakota State national championship team.
Dale Lennon spent 23 years at the University of North Dakota, both as a player and a coach. This week, he was pronoun challenged.