Really? Coke Bottle at EVERY press conference?


This week’s brouhaha surrounding Alabama’s coach, Nick Saban, has to do with his decision to start and play Tua Tagovailoa in a meaningless game against The Citadel, a team that has already lost to Wofford, UT Chattanooga, Towson, East Tennessee State, and Furman.  Tua is injured.  He’s the leading candidate for the Heisman Trophy as a sophomore.  He will likely be the top draft pick whenever he decides to enter the draft.

There are arguments to be made on both sides.  We’ve seen players of great promise (Robert Griffin III) whose careers have been upended by injuries aggravated by playing  when not fully recovered.  On the other hand, coaches believe the team’s morale is undermined when a star gets to sit out; everyone is playing with injuries, they’d say.  Holding out a star player essentially admits that the upcoming game is hardly worth playing, demeaning the opposing team.

Cut to the chase – The Citadel already knows they are lambs about to be slaughtered; it’s not news to them.  Tua’s teammates know that he is special, special enough to be essential in their bid for a national championship.  What’s worse for morale?  Sitting Tua or carrying him off the field?

What rankles this week, as it does with every Saban press conference, is the condescending arrogance with which Sabin meets questions from reporters who cover his team.  He is the most successful college football coach of this era without doubt.  He is adored by Crimson Tide fans; there is a statue of Saban outside Bryant-Denny Stadium.  The venue was built in the 1920’s and was named in honor of Alabama’s president, George H. Denny, but then the universe righted itself, football took its proper place as the heart of Alabama’s cultural life, and famed coach, Paul “Bear” Bryant’s name was added in 1975.  Bryant racked up 323 wins in his career; Saban has 228 but is tied with Bryant for most national championships.  He makes eight million dollars a year in salary and another three to four million in assorted other football related enterprises.

Life is good for Nick Saban.

He does have to deal with idiotic questions about “his” team, but that gives him the opportunity to grouse from the podium about how little fan support Alabama gets at home games, not-very-patiently-putting up with reporters, the developmentally challenged serfs somehow able to get past the moat at Castle Saban.  And, it gives a place of prominence to the sixteen ounce unopened bottle of Coca Cola placed at this right hand.

I am stunned by his shameless shilling for Coca Cola, placing that full bottle on the lectern, label prominently facing cameras, a silent nod to the income streams that swell the Saban bankroll while hapless reporters wither under his thinly veiled contempt.  He’s arrogant, but many of the most successful coaches are; they live in the football bubble, protected by boosters and fans.  As the dreadful and sad end of Joe Paterno’s career with Penn State proved, even the most despicable acts cannot dissuade the true believers from canonizing coaches.

He’s got a statue too.

At least “Joe Pa” didn’t act as a huckster for Klynveld Peat Marwick Goesdeler (KPMG) the auditing firm based in the Netherlands, Rolex, Workday, Inc., Callaway, Mizzen + Main (performance menswear).  That’s Phil Mickelson, professional golfer and billboard.  Saban’s brand of product placement is more subtle (!) in that he doesn’t wear the logo on his hat, jacket, shirt, and shoes, but … really?

I confess I may have forgiven some excesses on the part of coaches I like. ..

Actually, no, I haven’t, because my teams are coached by coaches rather than corporate robots, coaches who understand that they have a special relationship with the fans (and reporters) who give themselves heart and soul to the sports we love.

Alabama will probably roll again, with or without Tua Tagovailoa, Nick Saban will probably emerge triumphant one more time, and I ‘ll probably sit alone and friendless, wearing a Michigan Rose Bowl shirt (2008 – USC, L 18-32), eating Doritos and drinking Pepsi.

Twenty Four Days Until Kickoff

College Football, Sports history

I receive the occasional urgent message from and about University of Michigan sports, primarily alerting me to the importance of the next football, hockey, basketball, or volleyball game.  I scan them all, which is odd in that I did not attend the University of Michigan, have not sent children to the University of Michigan, and have very few friends or acquaintances who are connected with the University of Michigan.  And yet…. on game days I sit in my living room in Oregon wearing my lucky Wolverine cap and any one of my Michigan t-shirts or jerseys.  I wear a less lucky, sweat stained Michigan cap out in the world, responding to those who recognize and share my fondness for the university with a hearty “Go Blue!”.  Two of my children have grown up with my elaborate game day rituals and have become Michigan fans, slightly less likely to wear Michigan gear and much less likely to stop strangers on the street to talk Michigan football, but loyal to the Blue nonetheless.

I’m not entirely sure how it is that sports keep me sane, and my game day behavior certainly does not look like measured sanity, but for a few moments I’m not keeping track of global warming, the loss of species, political chicanery,  inequality, injustice, and the looting of America.  Thoughtful observers of my quasi-fanaticism will argue that we’re talking more than a few moments, as I do enjoy the four-day ramp up to the next game and allow myself a day or two of celebration or consolation after the last game.  I enjoy those pick up conversations as well, some of which are with fans of other programs.  I don’t have much in common with several acquaintances, but I do know that they are as captivated by sport as I am.  I know who their team faces on Saturday and am more than willing to run through their lineup even if we never get around to my current favorite topic: Michigan’s chances in the opening game against Notre Dame.

I’m not stupid.  I know that Michigan’s chances against Notre Dame aren’t great.  Well,  I know, but how can I?  Who really knows?  Hope springs eternal.  One leg at a time.  And so on.

I experience a second level of puzzling emotional instability even as I name Notre Dame or more frequently, Ohio State.  I do have friends with attachments to those universities.  They are good people; they have not poisoned my pets or stolen my identity.  And yet I loathe their alma maters with unvarnished ferocity.  This does seem marginally unreasonable.  And yet …

I’ve lived in each quadrant of the United States and have found that with one exception, each asks a newcomer to commit.  Duke or Carolina?  Alabama or Auburn?  Florida or Georgia?  I grew up in New England where state universities served their constituents well but had not attached themselves to signature athletic programs at the national level.  As I travelled through the greater world then, I had no ready rejoinder when put on the spot.  I have significant memories of the years I lived and worked in Michigan.  One of my children was born there.  Ann Arbor was within easy driving distance and season ticket holders were generous, inviting me to Michigan’s stadium, The Big House.  I sat with 107,601 rabid wolverines and gave my heart away.

It’s been a bleak summer here in Oregon; the heat is brutal and fires continue to funnel smoke into the Rogue Valley.  The Red Sox are running away with the division title and LeBron is going to the Lakers.  Bleak, I say,  and unlikely to change, but when the “24 Days to Kickoff: alert hits my mailbox, the fog lifts, the clouds part, and for a moment, all is right with the world.

I do have a life outside of Michigan football, one in which I care for my family, consider the great questions and think long thoughts.  I read a fair bit and write as well.  There’s the grounds work to do and dogs to romp.  After all, game day is just one day … except that I’ve just committed to writing for GBMWolverine again, bringing the older fan’s perspective to a young man’s game.  I think that will be ok; an hour or so a day is relatively easy to grab, especially as I have followed the Marie Kondo’s advice and actively begin the art of tidying up, keeping only those things that “spark joy”.  I’ve got another box of books in the car, mostly history books untouched since my college years.  I remember them fondly but not a lot of joy sparking when I took them down from the shelf.

I’m a work in progress.  Keep the flannel shirt?  Time to admit that I really don’t need three sets of golf clubs?  The Barbie Michigan Cheerleader set?

A work in progress.

About this championship idea …

College Football, Sports history, Uncategorized

New Year’s Eve –

Both of the championship semi-final bowl games will be played tomorrow, and I’ll be eager to see how the Georgia/Oklahoma matchup turns out.  Both teams contend for the national championship, a title more properly presented than it has been for some time.  Alabama and Clemson, the current champion, square off as well, and by the end of New Year’s Day, only two teams will be left on collegiate football’s center stage.  Any one of the four could take the title, although, surprisingly, Alabama may be the underdog this year.

It’s fun to have some meaningful college football after Christmas.

Penn State, Ohio State, and Wisconsin are the coulda-woulda-shoulda teams, each soundly thumping other teams considered playoff worthy in post-season play.  The three Big Ten teams knocked off USC, Miami, and Washington with relatively little difficulty.  Oh, and Michigan State thumped Washington State, Purdue beat Arizona, Northwestern beat Kentucky, and Iowa beat Boston College.  So, the current tally is Big Ten 7 – Rest of the world 0.

  • Day later.  Michigan, in the only consolation game I actually care about, blew a 16 point lead to allow the South Carolina Gamecocks to take the Outback Bowl.  Now Big Ten 7 – Rest of the world 1.  Michigan burrowing ever deeper into college football obscurity.

January 5

I’ll watch the last of the bowl games with interest.  OK,  watch the college bowl games with interest; I’ll pass up the NFL’s Pro Bowl for the thirtieth consecutive year, and I’ll forego my annual “who wrecked the conferences” rant because the  SEC and Big Ten emerge again  as truly powerful conferences, a reality confirming my conviction that the more things change, the more college football establishes something like parity among the thirty or thirty-five notable programs.

National championships?  Where are the champions of yesteryear?  I offer a quick look at “championships” by decade to identify the seismic shifts, the gradual decline of the Ivies and the service academies, and the steady improvement of programs once considered minor or marginal.

It’s easy to forget that no championships were determined by playoff until 1998.  After 1936, championships were bestowed upon teams by polling writers, coaches, the Associated Press, United Press International and specialized agencies.  Prior to 1936, championships were determined by consensus, often leading to contending claims.

From 1869 until 1927, Princeton, Yale, or Harvard had at least a share of the national title every year; Yale claims 27 and Princeton 28.  Lafayette shared the title with Princeton in 1896, never to appear at that lofty pinnacle again, but by 1901, Michigan had arrived as a consensus champion, wining 11 championships between 1901 and 1997.  LSU and Penn State had broken into the top tier by 1911, Army, Georgia Tech, Illinois, Pittsburgh and Notre Dame by 1919.

In the next decade, both Cal and Stanford took top honors, and Alabama picked up the first of its 16 national championships.  By 1936, the reigning powers included Minnesota, USC, Texas A&M, and Pittsburgh.   In the 1940’s, Ohio State appeared for the first time although the dominant teams of that era were Army and Notre Dame.  Some now familiar programs emerged in the 1950s as Oklahoma, UCLA, Auburn, Iowa, Mississippi, and Syracuse entered the fray.  Texas, Arkansas, Michigan State, and Nebraska joined the club in the 1960’s, and Pittsburgh reemerged in the middle of the 1970’s.  By the start of the BCS era, Miami, Florida, Florida State, Washington, and Clemson had become perennial contenders.  In retrospect, Tennessee’s championship in the first BCS year, may be like Lafayette’s, an anomaly.

Over the years, great rivalries have emerged outside of conference play as programs have contended for national recognition.  The Notre Dame/Army games from the 20’s to the 40’s were widely followed, broadcast on radio, earning headlines across the country in regional papers.  When Notre Dame modulated its privileged status as an independent program, a conference unto itself, it joined the ACC in most sports but retained a few traditional rivalries, keeping USC, Stanford, and Navy, alternating Michigan State, Syracuse, and Pittsburgh.

Looking to the past again, the decades reveal strength of rival programs.

Back at the start, Princeton/Rutgers was not only the first football game but the first rivalry.  The only programs that intruded on the dominance of the Ivies in the first decade were Michigan and Minnesota, quickly followed by Wisconsin.  We think of Alabama, Auburn, Clemson, Georgia, and LSU as football’s preeminent programs in the south, but in the first decade of the 20th Century, the ranked southern schools were Vanderbilt and Sewanee, neither of which could get past the decade’s powerhouse, Amos Alonzo Stagg’s University of Chicago Maroon.

The 1920’s were considered the golden age of sports (Ruth, Dempsey, Cobb, Gehrig, Grange, Tilden) and football came of age with Red Grange’s heart stopping breakaway runs at Illinois and  great contests such as the 1922 Rose Bowl game in which 10-1 USC hit the big time beating Penn State at about the same time that Notre Dame climbed out of regional play.  Pittsburgh, Michigan, and Minnesota remained threatening throughout the 20’s and 30’s, joined by teams that enjoyed a short burst of notoriety, Fordham, Duke, and Santa Clara as Hardin Simmons was to do in the 1940’s; meanwhile,  Alabama and Tennessee climbed steadily.

In the annals of college sports, the Army/Notre Dame rivalry was a perennial favorite, culminating in a  tilt for the national championship, in 1945.  By the 1950’s and 60’s, the landscape had changed again.  Syracuse Orange football put Jim Brown, a force of nature, on the field in the middle of the decade, winning the national championship in 1959 with the future first African-American winner of the Heisman, Ernie Davis.  Oklahoma, Texas, Mississippi, and UCLA topped the ranks of teams in the 1950’s, but Bear Bryant was on his way to Tuscaloosa.

‘Bama  won three championships in the 1960′ and almost won a fourth.  The decade ended with controversy as Texas and Arkansas, played one of the great games between unbeaten teams.  Texas won, went on the the Cotton Bowl, beat Notre Dame, and was named champion by President Richard Nixon, even though Penn State’s fans felt their undefeated team coached by Joe Paterno had equal right to the crown.  The ’70’s belonged to Alabama again (103-16-1 over the decade) followed closely by Nebraska, USC, Michigan, and Texas.

Stagg and Rockne had been coaches with considerable clout in their day, but the 70’s brought huge television bounty to college football and established the cult of coaches that remains.  The power programs remain the power programs because they recruit and stockpile recruits based on the charisma of coaches and the strength of national reputation.  There wasn’t much room at the top anymore; teams had to scrap to make a place for themselves.  In the same way the UNLV Runnin’ Rebels swiped a spot in the national conversation in basketball, football’s bad boys from the “U” and the only slightly less raucous Seminoles of FSU edged in at the end of the 1980’s.  In the 1980’s, FSU went 109-13, top four every year from 1987 to 1999.  Oklahoma and Texas ruled the first decade of the 21st Century, but both Virginia Tech and LSU joined the clubs at the top.

So, where are we now?  Alabama, Georgia, Clemson, Oklahoma this year, with very strong representation from the Big Ten, Penn State, Ohio State, and Wisconsin.  Notre Dame is often contending, but Florida, LSU, Tennessee, Florida State, Virginia Tech, Purdue, and Nebraska have fallen fast.  The PAC 12 had a contender in Oregon and recently in Washington, but both USC and UCLA are inconsistent, and Stanford, arguably the best of the bunch in conference play, stumbles in big games outside the conference.

Who’s next?  Can Michigan come back from ignominy?  Do teams such as UCF, Memphis, TCU, or Oklahoma State have a chance to bust out?  Or, as those weary of SEC boasting might fear, is the end of this decade doomed to belong to Alabama?  Is Penn State poised for a run?  How many quarterbacks does Urban Meyer have in reserve?

Let’s just enjoy Alabama/Georgia and see what happens.