Tag: sports

All I Do Is Win

The 2023 football season is very different from every season that has come before it.

College football has gone through a reboot of sorts, in which the old pretenses of amateur athletics in exchange for an education have finally been stripped away to turn the game into a semi-pro NFL feeder system with payers getting paid ridiculous amounts of money, by the college and by booster collectives and being able to cash in on their name-likeness-image (NIL) by doing advertising for businesses.

College football is very different from the era I grew up watching, and so I’ve seen the changes first hand. Back in the early 1900’s, when college football truly began, college was for rich kids or poor kids who were super-smart and worked hard and put themselves through with scholarships, financial aid, and jobs. College was only for the elites; working class people and most middle class kids couldn’t afford it and it was out of the question: you needed family money or a lot of intelligence or athletic ability. The rags-to-riches story of kids from farms or very poor families who got to go to college and change their lives became a cliché in film and books and sports columns; Americans always love an underdog in their entertainment (while never examining in their own lives and behaviors how they treat underdogs–which is usually with the same condescending contempt that the elites show to underdogs in college sports movies and novels). In some cases it was true, especially during the Depression. (Watching the ESPN documentary Saturdays Down South, about the rise and history of the Southeastern Conference, you hear that same story over and over again with the older guys, or the phantoms from the past.)

When I was a kid, there was no national championship in college football’s highest level. Originally, the Rose Bowl was kind of seen as a “national championship” game as the only postseason game, but eventually other bowls began popping up for those excellent teams passed over by the Rose Bowl, which led to the creation of the Cotton, Sugar, and Orange bowls, which were the original big four bowl games. The national championship was decided by polls that didn’t always agree, so almost every year there was no consensus champion, and often more than one. Most lists of college football national champions only counts one or two polls, usually the AP (sports writers) and UPI (coaches poll). Needless to say, this didn’t solve anything and led to a lot of controversy and bad feeling. The writers and the coaches were frequently biased, which led to a situation where a “brand” name school–your Oklahomas, Ohio States, Notre Dames, Alabamas, and USC’s, among others–were always taken more seriously than non-brand name schools; it wasn’t easy for any team who wasn’t one of those (or Michigan, or Texas) to be picked over a name brand school; and it was always obvious that an undefeated Notre Dame would always win the polls over any other undefeated team. The bowls gradually tied themselves to conferences, which made the national championship race even more tangles. The Southwest champion always went to the Cotton Bowl, SEC has the Sugar, the Big Eight had the Orange, and the Rose was the Big Ten champion against the Pac-9 champion. The money also wasn’t there; ABC had an exclusive contract to televise NCAA games, and so every weekend there was usually a game of national import to watch as well as something local. We were from the South but lived in the Midwest when I was a kid, which meant we rarely got to see any SEC games unless Alabama was doing really well.

The break-up of that monopoly held by NCAA over television rights for college football fell in the early 1980s, ESPN launched, and suddenly the landscape of college football had changed forever. The need for a consensus champion led to several attempts to solve the problem, but the question of the top two teams to play for it every year became controversial as inevitably, someone was left out. The debacle of the 2003 season, which saw LSU win on the field and USC win in a poll, led to some more tweaking of the system. But…when they expanded the field to four I said “there will be controversy when you have six teams with the same record so two are left out (which happened last year, with Georgia and Florida State) and now this year…there’s a twelve team playoff so the season doesn’t matter quite as much; there will be teams left out again, the players are getting paid, and the conference realignments all went into effect this year, changing everything. I’m not used to seeing Texas and Oklahoma being SEC teams, or USC and Washington being in the Big Ten.

It’s fucking weird.

It always surprises people that I love college football. Gay men aren’t, apparently, supposed to care about sports and especially not “sportsball”1; but for many of my straight guy friends, football is something we can talk about outside of writing or reading or anything publishing related; it also helps me feel more comfortable talking to straight men as many of them are football fans. There’s no better icebreaker than talking about football. I also am not one of those fans who mock and taunt fans of a team I don’t care for. And I know a lot about college football from decades of watching it; I have relatives who’ve played at the Division I level, and whenever my family gathers for any kind of event in the fall on a Saturday, we usually gather around the television to watch whatever games are airing.

I generally try not to read a lot of books about college football. My reading time is too consumed with reading fiction and history that I generally can’t spare a lot of time for reading about something I just enjoy, and it can never count in my fevered brain as research, as I most likely will not ever write anything about college football, although I suppose I could write about being a fan, and what that is like, and how fun it is to follow LSU (and the Saints) as a fan here in Louisiana. But with the pandemic and all the insane daily news of the last four (or ten) years, I didn’t follow the behind-the-scenes machinations of how everything was coming together for the realignments and the play-offs–and what all went on in the boardrooms; why some conferences grew and became super conferences, how some others rebuilt, and others died on the vine. The Southwest Conference died in the early 1990’s, so it’s not like conferences haven’t died before, but seeing the events of the last few years was kind of crazy.

So I bought a copy of The Price: What It Takes to Win in College Football’s Era of Chaos, and left it on the coffee table next to my easy chair. The lovely thing about the book is each chapter is written like a stand-alone in-depth piece of journalism, and provides a lot of background on all the politics and backstabbing and money involved in rebooting all of college football for a new era, and how much the big money involved drove almost everything. It’s also a terrific in-depth look at the 2023 season, from the pre-season media days all the way to the championship game with Michigan once again ascending the throne of college football.

As for me, it’s an adjustment to the new world of college football, but at the same time, the only thing constant in anything is change. Is it better or worse than it was before? I am not going to stand on my lawn shouting at clouds about it, and am willing to give it a wait-and-see attitude; you can get used to almost anything, and I imagine at some point we’ll get so used to the new system we’ll look back at the old worlds (as we have already done) and wonder, “why did we do it like that when it doesn’t make much sense?”

Que sera, sera.

And if you do enjoy college football, this is a terrific read.

  1. For the record, gay men who call it that aren’t clever or amusing, but incredibly offensive. I actually cringe a little bit for them. Not being a part of something that’s enjoyed by the vast majority of people doesn’t make you any edgier or cooler. It’s actually infantile and makes me think less of you. “oooh, is today the sportsball?” You can also not say any-fucking-thing. And remember that the next time someone mocks you for, I don’t know, liking show tunes and red carpets. ↩︎

That’s the Way Love Goes

Sunday morning the Gregalicious slept late, and I feel good this morning. I stayed up late to watch Saturday Night Live return, and wasn’t terribly impressed. Our Internet also kept going in and out all day, which was annoying, especially during football games. The three games I primarily watched–Kentucky-Mississippi, Auburn-Oklahoma, and Georgia-Alabama, were all excellent games–and I also switched over to LSU-South Alabama periodically, but it was also a blow out so didn’t need to watch much. Still unsure how this season is going to shake out for everyone, which makes it interesting. I think there’s a lot more parity in the conference now, once you get past the clearly best teams this year (right now, I am going out on a limb and saying it’s Alabama and Texas, both teams LSU has to play in Baton Rouge this year) I think everyone is pretty equal for the most part, with the usual suspects (Mississippi State, Vanderbilt) in the basement. Kentucky almost beat Georgia last week and did beat Mississippi yesterday; Georgia almost beat Alabama, and that Auburn-Oklahoma game came down to the wire. The Saints play at noon today, which is cool, playing the Dirty Birds in Atlanta.

I did manage to get some things done during the games; I cleaned the downstairs bathroom thoroughly, I ran some errands in the morning (mail, Fresh Market, car wash) and then came home to start watching football. I also read, while in my chair, both We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson and The Stepford Wives by Ira Levin (more on both later), so hope to start the new Gabino Iglesias at some time today, most likely during the Saints game. Jackson and Levin are excellent writers whom I deeply admire, with completely different styles but evoking the same feelings when you read them. I also managed to get most of the dishes finished yesterday, with whatever I used yesterday as the only dirty dishes left in the sink–and that will take about two minutes, tops. I had thought about delaying my trip to make groceries until tomorrow, but now that I am up I think I’ll go ahead and do that this morning and get it out of the way.

I also want to work on the kitchen a bit today, and I also want to get the floors worked on again. Sparky tears up the rugs all the time when he’s running around like a demon to burn off some of his Big Energy, and the longer they are messed up the worse they get messed up. I also have some other posts I need to get done this morning before I leave to make groceries; and the longer I let them sit there unfinished, the more likely it is they’ll continue unfinished. I have a particularly spicy one about transphobia that I’d love to get done at some point so I can Substack it (and attract more of the bigots and Nazis there), and of course, there are any number of others unfinished as well. Heavy heaving sigh. I also have three book reviews/reports to write–I’ve now finished The Price by Armen Keteyian and John Talty; an arc of We Are Watching by Alison Gaylin, and Everybody Knows by Jordan Harper, and I need to get those done sooner rather than later as well. I also have some emails I need to answer as well as some to generate.

Sounds like a to-do list to me, doesn’t it? I also need to clean up the mess around my desk. But the key is not to get overwhelmed by the length of the to-do list, and just start marking things off. I also need to work on the Scotty Bible today, but I can also see that I am starting to think in the old bad anxiety/stress markers by overwhelming myself with so much to do already. Next weekend I have an eye appointment, so I can order new glasses, and my doctor’s appointment is coming up. I am probably going to meet Dad in Alabama weekend after next, and will probably go up to Kentucky later this month. How exciting!

And on that note, I am going to head into the spice mines. Have a lovely Sunday, Constant Reader, and hope everyone in North Carolina and Tennessee are okay.

Help!

Wednesday and it’s Pay the Bills Day again! Woo-hoo! I didn’t sleep through the night–getting up a couple of times, but I feel rested and fine this morning. Go figure. I hit a wall again yesterday afternoon, and was very tired when I got home last night. I did have my Sparky time, collapsing into my easy chair and getting caught up on the news; he expects this time now, because I’ve trained him to expect that after I get home and he gets fed–just like he tries to wake me up every morning at six on the days I don’t have to get up. Friday I have to go to Quest to get labs drawn at seven in the morning, and I also have a department meeting that morning as well, so I’ll roll out of bed and stumble, bleary-eyed, to Quest, then come back home and swill coffee and get cleaned up to head into the office (since I am already there, I am just going to do my hours at the office rather than coming back home to do work-at-home duties.

We started watching The Decameron last night before giving up after the second episode. It’s a great idea and I love that they made a show about one of the great classics of history, but it just doesn’t really deliver completely. There were some great moments, and it might get better, and I also see why they made it; a bubonic plague show, after the pandemic? But it just wasn’t engaging in the way I would have preferred, so we watched an episode of Evil, which we’d been watching before the Olympics and had forgotten about. But it’s kind of a fun show–a religious X-Files, basically–and it’s engaging.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my own work–probably because I’m not really doing any of it at the moment–and why I write it and what can I do about the dumpster fire the world is turning into. I’ve mentioned here several times how much I wished we had a Louisiana John D. MacDonald type writer, addressing the exploitation of Florida and the environmental damage that exploitation hath wrought on the state (Condominium is a great book about greedy developers and corrupt politicians), and originally I always was thinking someone else would be better to do it than me. But…that’s really laziness on my part, because studying the ecological disaster Louisiana has become (with no bottom to the disaster in sight, especially given what we have in Baton Rouge now) was a lot of work. I’ve always wanted to address the situation in Cancer Alley1, which is a stain on the nation. Those communities are mostly black and completely poor, so you can imagine how much our politicians–including those representing those parishes–care about them. It is a disgrace.

And that’s not even taking into consideration the erosion of the wetlands, making Louisiana at even higher risk of disaster during hurricane season (which we are in right now).

And given what we are dealing with in terms of political leadership these days (Project 2025 is already here), someone needs to start talking about this stuff.

Why not me? Although I suppose it would mean resubscribing to the MAGA Times-Picayune again, which totally sucks. Heavy heaving sigh. Can anyone be a local crime writer without reading the local paper? Probably not, so I might as well bite the damned bullet and get back on that train at some point. I hate having to compromise my principles. But I also don’t have to enjoy it, do it? And with football season on the horizon, sigh. Their coverage of LSU, Tulane2, and the Saints is really the best. Sigh. I’ll just donate the same amount to the Harris campaign.

And on that note, I am heading into the spice mines. Have a lovely Wednesday, Constant Reader, and I may be back later; stranger things have happened.

  1. “Cancer Alley” is the eighty-two mile section of the Mississippi River between Baton Rouge and New Orleans, with a ridiculous amount of petrochemical plants and refineries in the poorer parishes, where the rate of cancer is insanely high and everyone knows it’s the factories poisoning everyone, but no one ever does anything about it. It is Louisiana’s shame, frankly. ↩︎
  2. See, Ellen? I don’t always forget Tulane. ↩︎