Aug 25

Countdown to College Football: 75 Reasons to Love CFB (from July 4, 2001)

The second entry in my Countdown to College Football series this week takes me back into the archives for a column that initially appeared on the now defunct PigskinPost.com on July 4, 2001. (PigskinPost was swallowed up into the larger — and still existent — CollegeFootballNews.com after the 2003 season).

In this piece, I celebrate the Americana of college football, and those people, places and things that many of us so love about the game and all of its trappings, even in this era of NCAA deceit, BCS chicanery and more. Enjoy! (and keep an eye out for a couple more pieces in the coming days)

(Originally published July 4, 2001 on PigskinPost.com)

College Football: Ain’t That America, Too?

The 4th of July is a time of celebration. No matter our political leanings, religious affiliations or positions on the social ladder, as Americans, the first week of July is an important reminder of who we are and where we’ve come from as a nation. It’s also usually a time for barbecued hamburgers and hot dogs, family picnics, beer and baseball.

It’s this last note that got me thinking. I know baseball is the “national pastime.” I enjoy going to a ballgame probably more than the next guy, and have loved spending the fourth at Dodger Stadium as long as I can remember. But, really, what is more American than a Saturday afternoon with 65,000 of your closest friends watching your college play one of its rivals?

College football is a major part of American culture, and since today is Independence Day, what better day to celebrate its place in our shared history. Therefore, in no particular order, here are 74 (plus one) reasons college football gives America to celebrate every fall.

  1. The hopes and dreams in every stadium in America just before the opening kickoff of the season …
  2. The beers you drank to fuel those sadly desperate dreams that will likely be quashed by the end of the first quarter …
  3. The Rose Bowl in Pasadena’s Arroyo Seco …

    There’s nothing like the Rose Bowl on New Year’s Day.

  4. The Hokies vs. the Wahoos. Sure it’s a great rivalry, but this note is all about the nicknames …
  5. Marching bands from Michigan, Ohio State, USC and on and on …
  6. The Tournament of Roses (the whole day, from a 7 a.m. parade to the 6 p.m. finish of the game — which, incidentally, will be ruined this year by big money) …
  7. The roar of Northwestern’s fans when, before the coin-flip before the 1996 Rose Bowl, the referee explained the coin, saying, “On one side is the logo of Northwestern University…” At that moment, 48 years of frustration was released from the north end zone that rocked the San Gabriel Mountains …
  8. Ralphie the Buffalo …
  9. The Horseshoe …
  10. Clemson vs. South Carolina …
  11. “Fuuuuuummmmble!” …
  12. “Hail to the Victors” …
  13. Uga …
  14. Strawberry Canyon …
  15. “The Ramblin’ Wreck of Georgia Tech …”
  16. The Civil War (Oregon-Oregon State) …
  17. The Golden Dome …
  18. Bevo …
  19. Schools that share a fight song, but act like they’re two different songs …
  20. Florida-Florida State …
  21. Late-night MWC games on ESPN2, when you can’t even peel yourself off the couch to change the channel …
  22. At the same time, wondering why the Pac-10 relegated itself to Fox Sports Net …
  23. Michigan Stadium …
  24. Oklahoma-Nebraska …
  25. The Swamp …
  26. “Wooooo! Pig! Soooooooieeee!” …
  27. Cheerleaders …

    Song girls or cheerleaders? Understand the difference.

  28. Song girls. At ‘SC, we know there’s a big difference between these two groups …
  29. The Heisman pose …
  30. Texas A&M’s “12th Man” …
  31. Michigan’s helmets …
  32. “Conquest” …
  33. Orange-and-white checkerboard end zones …
  34. The Iron Bowl (Alabama-Auburn) …
  35. Weekender driving trips for a conference road game …
  36. Hospitable fans when you reach your destination. On a roadie, there are few things better than weekend-long drinking buddies who can get past the fact you’re rooting for the opposition. Especially if they’re girls …
  37. That giant papier-mâché looking head on the Nebraska mascot …
  38. USC-Notre Dame …
  39. Camp Randall Stadium …
  40. Touchdown Jesus …
  41. Whatever the hell that “U” logo represents on the side of Miami’s helmets …
  42. LSU’s white jerseys at night in Baton Rouge …
  43. The Orange Bowl stadium in Miami …

    Hmm, I wonder why so many photos of Bobby Petrino came up when I Google Image Searched “coaches with state troopers.”

  44. The Sooner Schooner …
  45. Those state troopers that surround coaches only, it seems, in the south …
  46. Ohio State-Michigan …
  47. Death Valley …
  48. Happy Valley …
  49. Keeping track of the Stanford band’s suspensions …
  50. The World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party, a.k.a. Georgia vs. Florida …
  51. Dotting the I …
  52. Thousands of red-clad fans singing “On Wisconsin” …
  53. Keith Jackson saying, “Live from Tuscaloosa” …
  54. Keith Jackson saying, “Live from Los Angeles” …
  55. Keith Jackson saying, “Live!” from just about anywhere …
  56. Traveler …
  57. The Game (Harvard-Yale) …
  58. The Big Game (Stanford-California) …
  59. Horned Frogs, Terrapins, Boilermakers and Ragin’ Cajuns …
  60. The fact that changing the facial expression of your team’s animal logo can cause consternation and controversy among your school’s most vociferous alumni …
  61. Nebraska’s home crowd …
  62. The Seminole mascot’s pregame ritual …
  63. “War Eagle!” …
  64. Army-Navy …
  65. Michigan’s “Go Blue” banner at midfield …
  66. Bobby Bowden saying “Dadgumit!” and sounding smarter than the president …

    The Red River Rivalry in all its glory.

  67. Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum …
  68. USC-UCLA …
  69. Joe Paterno’s flood pants and white socks …
  70. The Washington Husky …
  71. Between the hedges …
  72. Texas-Oklahoma at the state fair in Dallas …
  73. Those dudes with the homemade “Roll Tide” contraptions …
  74. “…a share of the national championship.” …
  75. Notre Dame Stadium.
Jan 22

The Truth and Joe Paterno

I woke up to the news of the death of Penn State football coach Joe Paterno this morning, after an apparently short bout with lung cancer. The announcement – predictably given the news of the past few months – touched off a firestorm of commentary in the media, sports and otherwise, via obituaries, columns and Twitter.

The lead of the New York Times official obit of Paterno got it just about right but caused an outcry from the record-setting coach’s staunchest defenders regarding the inclusion of the sexual abuse controversy that brought an abrupt end to his coaching career in November. Meanwhile, others decried simple mentions of “RIP” on Twitter and Facebook as too much of a wish for a man whose inaction likely resulted in the continuing molestation of young boys by his former defensive coordinator Jerry Sandusky.

Jerry Sandusky retired from Joe Paterno’s staff in 1999.

When the Sandusky-Penn State story broke in November, I got wrapped up in it more than any “media firestorm” in recent memory. Perhaps it was the explosion of such an apparently huge and deplorable series of crimes committed (both legal and moral) by individuals who had previously built a nearly impeccable record of leadership and accomplishment. To say that Penn State was seen as a beacon of all that was “right” with the world of collegiate athletics prior to this scandal would be a massive understatement.

Watching what happened to the legacy of a man like Paterno in the passing weeks – as he essentially slipped away – was stunning and sad to someone who values the positives that sports can bring to a life. But to say anyone brought this end upon Paterno other than himself would be far from true.

There’s that word – true. Isn’t truth what this story is really all about? What was really true? How can two things at such distant ends of a spectrum of right and wrong about one person essentially both be true? It’s really appropriate, then, that I am reading a fantastic book called “The Night of the Gun” by New York Times columnist David Carr. In the book, Carr – a former drug and alcohol addict who nearly saw his life slip away – uses his vast investigative journalism skills to basically tell the story of his own life, via interviews with those close to him during different parts of it, as well as documents and other tidbits that help him put together a story that will be closest to the “truth” about his life.

Carr often opens chapters with quotes from famous writers that have some sort of relevance to the upcoming information. One of those quotes couldn’t be more fitting to the story of Paterno and how different people are reacting to the news of his death:

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” – Oscar Wilde

An Irishman who pondered truth.

Indeed.

Truth: Paterno won 409 games, more than any other NCAA Division I football coach.

Truth: Paterno’s success on the field and his commitment to improving the educational capabilities of Penn State are the two biggest reasons the school has become what it is today – a rare highly-regarded state school in a part of the country (the Northeast) where state schools are usually given short shrift.

Truth: Paterno turned out a series of exceptional graduates in his 46 seasons as head coach, both on and off the field.

Truth: Paterno was a family man, loyal to his wife Sue, his five children and numerous grandchildren. Sue and all five of his kids attended Penn State.

Truth: Paterno maintained an everyman image in secluded Happy Valley, making him both a larger-than-life hero as well as just a friendly “average Joe” (pardon the pun) to those closest to him – both in the community and in the local media.

However …

Truth: Grand jury testimony given in the investigation of a 2002 incident involving Sandusky and a boy in the Penn State locker room showed Paterno’s efforts to seek out the truth and protect those most innocent among us (children) woefully and shockingly lacking from a moral, if not necessarily a legal, standpoint.

Truth: Paterno held so much power in State College that it’s essentially accepted that he laughed off the president of the university and athletic director when they tried to force him to retire in 2004, following a series of poor seasons.

Truth: That overwhelming power vacuum in remote, sheltered Happy Valley and his lack of action in the 2002 Sandusky incident must call into question Paterno’s knowledge and action during the Penn State police’s prior investigation of Sandusky in 1998 and Sandusky’s then supposed “retirement” following the 1999 season. How could a man with the power Paterno wielded in State College NOT have known about the Penn State police investigation of a man who’d been a key part of his staff for more than two decades? And just why did Sandusky “retire” in 1999, when all indications had been that he was the heir apparent to Paterno?

Truth: Paterno was hounded by rumors of improper intervention when Penn State players found themselves either in legal or scholastic trouble in recent seasons since the Sandusky investigation came to light. In the past, most would have written those rumors off as the bitter recriminations of those who may have felt “wronged” by Paterno or Penn State. Now?

So what is the ultimate truth of the story of Joe Paterno? His many great qualities, his incredible commitment to education, his loyalty to Penn State, his concept of what he called “the Grand Experiment” – success with honor – and how he and generations of Penn State players lived up to it … are those things enough to overcome the indubitably horrific choices he made in the Sandusky matter? Where is the balance? What truth wins out?

Of all the things I read about Paterno’s death today, this piece by Gregg Doyel of CBSSports.com – one of Paterno and Penn State’s most outspoken critics since November – really hit home. Joe Paterno was a man. He was not the god many Penn State fans – many football fans – seemed to idolize him as. Nor is he the personification of evil that many people – people who are understandably angered by his lack of moral action and leadership in perhaps the greatest test of his life – would believe.

David Carr investigated his life’s own truths.

He was as fallible as you or me. He was as fallible as a writer like Carr, whose self-investigation hits home with me. Trust me, after the past couple years of my own life, I know what it’s like to feel fallible, to wish you’d done more, to suffer from guilt – but also to understand that those things aren’t the complete truth of your own life. Carr finds in his book that he is, in fact, a drug dealer, a drug addict, a general fuck-up. But he also finds that he is a committed father, a spectacular investigator, an excellent writer. All of those truths are a part of Carr the man.

And … all of the truths you have read about Paterno are part of him. You can laud Paterno for the massive achievements for the bulk of his life, while also maintaining high levels of anger, shocked disbelief and a complete loss of respect for this one massive mistake that will (and should) color his legacy forever. Mostly, today, you can mourn for his family and friends at their loss, while also mourning for the children whose lives were likely irreparably harmed by his inaction.

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.” And there are few things truer than that.