Tulane Green Wave Football

The Tulane Green Wave football team represents Tulane University in the sport of American football. The Green Wave competes in the Football Bowl Subdivision (FBS) of the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) as a member of the West Division of Conference USA (C-USA). Tulane University announced November 27, 2012 that they will leave Conference USA and join the Big East Conference in 2014 in all sports.

The football team is currently led by Curtis Johnson and plays its home games off-campus in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome. In 2011, Tulane announced it would build a new on-campus stadium in time for the 2014 season.

Read more about Tulane Green Wave Football:  Bowl Appearances, Future Non-conference Opponents

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