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Love me, love my Aggies

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An old saying goes that you don’t become an Aggie, that it is something you are from birth.  Your mindset is supposed to be more attuned to accepting the “Aggie way of thinking”, you hold some opinions that are adamantine, and that won’t change for anything.

I don’t know about any of that.  Coming from a foreign country at a young age I had no idea what an Aggie was.  College was in fact a non issue to a then 7-year-old kid recently arrived from Colombia.

It  was December of ’77 and my family and I were spending our first Winter and our first Christmas in Houston.  My mother discovered Foley’s, the local big name in clothes and housewares, in what was then the posh Sharpstown Mall.  She needed warm sweatshirts for her son and she picked an orange one with a cow skull and a maroon one with a block ATM on it.  The choice was left up to me as to which I would prefer and I gravitated towards the maroon sweatshirt.

Now, was this an example of fate making itself manifest through a simple choice in outerwear?  Did this simple choice unconsciously predispose me to one school rather than the other?  Or did the maroon jersey just feel more comfy?

I would like to point out that in between that Christmas and my application to A&M about a decade passed.  I had in fact applied to a variety of schools besides A&M including that other school up in Austin.  I had been accepted to that school as well as a couple of others but in the end A&M represented the best choice as far as engineering schools, which I intended to study at that time.

When I arrived in College Station my plan was to get on with my studies and not pay attention to any of the distractions of college life.  But being in a small town and around such a dedicated community of zealots, the camaraderie and esprit d corps  became contagious.

Some telling incidents occurred that first semester.  On a trip back home at a local grocery store an old gent approached me.  I was wearing school colors and he became visibly animated and shook my hand vigorously.  He had lost his ability to speak but the grin on his face spoke volumes.  He was just glad to meet another Aggie.

Another time I was working on the yearly bonfire.  It was around midnight and I was sitting by a small campfire resting.  An older student came by and sat with me and we started talking and talking for at least a couple of hours.  He shared a flask of something ‘non-regulation’ and a cigar.  Eventually he wandered off into the darkness.  Never did find out his name.

I began to develop a sense of community and belonging.

Now, I am not as fanatically devoted as many of my fellow former students when it comes to school ties.  I’ve known former students that won’t speak to friends and co-workers due to differences on the football field.  I remember during my freshman Spring Semester at school seeing an ad for a lecture for graduating seniors entitled “Can a t-sip (student from that school in Austin) be a friend”.  I rolled my eyes and wondered if they were being serious.  I would learn later on that in some ways they were being serious.  Happily that mindset was and never has been present within me.

But I do have to admit that I was one of those dumb Aggies that people make jokes about.

Just for the record, the first thing that they teach you at A&M IS how to write.  My first course was ENDG 105 engineering drafting and design.  I got one of those big pouches that they issue to architecture students.  A pouch full of rulers, pencils, erasers, and other odds and ends.  They then taught me how to write everything in block letters for blueprints and maps.  A habit that shows up from time to time in my handwriting.

I am one of those Aggies that stands steadfast by his convictions, feelings, and friends.

One of the things I cherish is the way that we don’t sway with the winds of change just for the sake of change.  We stand firm when it might not be the most popular or expedient way of doing things.  We will always greet and feel a familial feeling for any and all Aggies no matter when or where we meet them

I will always be one of those Aggies that wears his oversized  school ring everywhere.

That will wear maroon in a room full of orange, and that despite all the evidence to the contrary still believes that he went to the finest school anywhere.

Rivalries

It’s not the best of years to be an Aggie football fan.  The season has begun to turn sour.  But age puts these things into perspective.  Seasons come and go just as chapters in our lives begin and end and what was a disappointment this year may turn to joy the next.  I rarely let it affect my mood as I once did.  Certainly I’ve lost the fiery passions of my youth with regards to the game over the last twenty years.

I think part of that has to do with the new league that we find ourselves in.  In 2012 we broke with the schools in the Big-12 conference and moved over into the SEC (southeastern conference).  Partly to forge an identity of our own but mostly we moved for monetary reasons.  the reasoning went that we would step out onto the national stage on our own and we would no longer be subjected to constant comparison with our sibling school down the road.

Gone were the old rivalries with Baylor, Tech, and of course texas.  Saturday afternoons in the Fall.  Traditions shared from generation to generation for a century were now gone with the stroke of a pen.

Now we’ve been assigned rivals.  Yes, assigned. The league office announced in 2013 that the University of South Carolina would henceforth be our rivals.  As if they were assigning dance partners for us at some elementary school cotillion.  I hardly know anything about them, certainly nothing that would lead me to believe that I want them to be our rivals.

I look across at the rest of the conference and I have to admit that I find it hard to work up any sort of antagonistic feelings against any of them.  Alabama is the big bully of the conference but I harbor no animosity towards them.  Perhaps it’s because we beat them in our first meeting against them or just simply that Alabama is a good team and I find it hard to find fault with them.  LSU?  We’ve had some run ins with them in the past but we don’t hold much contempt for them.  The rest we really don’t know.  I don’t mean the team statistics.  Any fool can look those up online.  What I mean is that we don’t have a shared history or experience with these schools.  Perhaps with decades to come some sort of rivalries will unfold and to new generations this will seem perfectly natural.

To me it won’t.  Rivalries, whether you perceive them to be good or bad are essentially relationships. Relationships can’t, or at least shouldn’t, be terminated so abruptly.  Bonds exist, bonds that have lasted decades and ought not to be ripped away for considerations such as money or TV ratings.

I still miss those gaudy burnt orange flags, that garish marching band, that ludicrous popgun cannon, that overgrown walking hamburger, and our yearly “family reunion” just after Thanksgiving.

the return of college football

We have once again crossed the stark and trying month of August.  Maybe it’s global warming or El Nino or just old age but August seems to get worse each year.  But we’ve made it once more.  At the cusp of September I can now look forward with anticipation to my favorite time of year.

The rituals have already begun.  Kids and college students are all back in class now, the stores have set out their back to school sales and are slowly bringing out their Halloween decorations.

For me it’s seeing college football return.  I don’t really care for much in the world of sports.  Professional sports are too commercialized and mercenary for me to enjoy.  I know some athletes do practice their sport for the love of the game but for most it’s a paycheck and a job, plain and simple.  I don’t begrudge them the huge salaries they make but neither will I contribute to them.

The college game though.  That still has a tinge of purity about it.  Particularly in the small schools.  Most of these kids will never draw a check or even see a game except as a spectator.  Yet even knowing that they won’t make this into a profession they still pour their hearts and souls into each game.

I’m not much into TV anymore and Lord knows that I don’t have much free time for it either.  But kicking back and catching a couple of games on a lazy Saturday afternoon is something that I still like to do.

The excitement and energy from those games is infectious.  Even if I know nothing about the particular schools playing, I can get into how intensely these players are trying to win for the rest of their school bodies.

So yes, Once more I will be wrapped up in college football until early January.  A bad habit?  Maybe.  But one that I think I can afford to continue with.

Why I don’t support pressuring the Redskins to change their name and why they should do it

It’s no secret that I am no fan of censorship in any form.  I do not agree with any forms of restriction on speech in any format.  Whether it’s censorship in some sort of art form or in actual words.  Using the threat of force or law to alter or diminish speech is wrong no matter what the intention.

Many people will say that when the subject becomes objectionable that it becomes difficult to justify my stance on free speech.  People will say that some things need to be curtailed or dissuaded for the greater good of society as a whole.  Another argument is that pragmatism demands that although ideally we should be allowed to say what we want that reality demands that some sacrifices be made for the greater good.

These are the arguments of those that already have made up their minds and are just casting about for an excuse to justify censorship.

Nowhere is there a greater need to allow free expression than in those things that we deem objectionable.  The unpopular opinion, mindset, or idea needs to be present and readily accessible in the public discussion.  It may seem a small, insignificant point to exclude those ideas that we don’t like but any disruption to the stream of ideas that are available to the public creates a rift, a chasm that will ripple outwards towards other ideas that you may agree with.  Maybe not today or tomorrow but eventually.

If for no other reason these ideas have to be expressible and accessible to future generations at the very least as educational examples of the way that humans can be cruel to each other and may be cruel again in the future.  The key to not committing the errors of the past is to study them in the future.

Now as to the Redskins football team in particular, why should they voluntarily change their names?  Well, the very property that they seek to protect (the name, the logo, etc) is now damaged beyond repair.  It’s now well established that a large number of people find the name objectionable and that they consider it to be something hurtful and downright insulting.

The fan base that treasures the brand is going to age and slowly disappear over time.  The younger fan base will not support the brand and as a result they will lose fan support.

The pragmatic argument to change the brand is that it is no longer tenable or desirable to keep.  Changing the brand to something else is the smart course of action to maintain the fan base of support and keep the franchise going for the long-term.  But whatever they do, they should do it on their own.

 

 

 

 

Temporary madness

Another season of college football is over.  All the school paraphernalia goes back into the closet.  Across Texas and the nation people who weren’t on speaking terms get back to work together.  The madness is once again put on hold until late August.

I am not immune to the charms of the school rivalry but I have to admit that the flame of competitiveness has dimmed somewhat over the decades.  I remember a particular game in my freshman year.  We were playing Arkansas at the end of the season and despite the best efforts of the team and the yelling of the fans we came up short on the scoreboard at the end.

We had a hollow feeling inside.  Stunned is an inadequate descriptor.  We could not come to terms with the idea that we could lose and the campus seemed listless for the next few days.

On the other hand after victories the school felt alive.  Even the most studious amongst the school body would be energized by a victory.

After graduation I rarely went back to the campus for games but I still followed the team over the years but little by little I lost that innate excitement and nervous energy that I used to feel during games in college.

I am still thrilled by victories but I now take losses with a longer perspective.  I know that it’s not the end of the world.

So the mania goes back into the closet until the Fall.  I will look forward to it of course but it won’t make or break my year as it used to.

Paid athletes in college

The first I heard about paying college players for football was a couple of years ago during a 60 minutes report about likeness rights.

Modern video games are so detailed that the faces of actual players can be digitized and used in the games.  Of course someone’s face is an asset and can be bought and sold.  The NCAA is apparently cognizant of this and negotiated these rights to video game makers for a price, and in order to make things legal, they require all prospective players to sign away their college career rights for life.

This particular report featured a former player suing to recoup any profits made from his likeness.  The inequity of the system is pointed out in that the NCAA makes huge profits from the players but it is argued that they receive little in return.

One solution proposed was paying players as if they were employees of the university.  The argument is that this would be an equitable solution for all the players that participate in college sports (particularly football) and don’t make it to the professional level.

My position is that this is a terrible idea for several reasons.

Firstly on the issue of compensation, this overlooks the fact that the compensation originally offered in the understood contract between the schools and the players is the fact that the players are receiving a full college education for their efforts on the field.

Not only are their classes paid for but they receive room and board as well as free tutoring in some programs.  These last 3 are things that the regular students have to pay for or make do without.  Nowhere in the implied contract or actual contracts with these students is it promised that they will make it to the professional level and be able to make a living in professional sports.

Secondly, injecting money into the equation and expecting teenagers just out of high school to make wise decisions about money when in some cases they or their family members have never had substantial amounts of money to manage is a disaster waiting to happen.

Professional athletes already face some of the highest rates of bankruptcy (about 78% among football players).  They are prey for crooked money managers, agents, and even family members.  I have no reason to suppose things would be different for high school players suddenly exposed to large amounts of money.

Thirdly, putting money into the equation will inevitably favor larger schools with larger booster clubs and deeper pockets.  Most school athletic programs already run at a loss.  The additional burden of bidding wars for talent will exacerbate the inequities between large and small schools.  It will also mean that the NCAA will have to devote more resources to police illegal recruitment techniques.

Lastly, it’s an insult to the normal school body.  The majority of the students will not benefit from this.  Rather this is going to benefit a small percentage of individuals with no loyalty or ties to the institution and who would change sides if a better contract came their way.

I do not for one minute excuse the NCAA for their actions.  Forcing kids to sign away likeness rights is inexcusable and just plain greedy on their parts.  But trying to make things more equitable by adding more money into the equation and turning our schools into glorified farm leagues for the sports monopolies is no solution.