I love me some college football. The frustration with our program hasn’t diminished that love, one iota. Maybe it’s because we’ve been spinning our collective wheels for several years now, and the losses don’t piss me off near as much. And the reality of knowing this is not going to be a quick fix has really tempered things for me.
As far back as I can remember, if Auburn was playing ball on teh Planez, my ample sized ass was going to be in JHS, ear-regardless of the situation, our record or the weather. Not so much anymore. The early September match ups with San Louis Obispo Western Correctional Institute in 94 degree weather, ain’t on the menu much anymore. And the get the hell off my lawn, old man in me, makes the experience of fighting the crowds going into, and inside the stadium, along with that monstrosity, POS scoreboard, blasting woompa boomp at 5 million decibels between every F’n play, much less desirable. But putting up with some of that is still worth watching some live, War Eagles foosballz.
I had a blast this past Saturday. Met up with GH at his tailgate, and then Snake joined us for a while before I headed off to mooch off my in-laws at their tailgate until time to go in the game. Good food, good drank, good company while 3 TV’s blasted various and sundry college games. Then, off to watch the offensive explosion in Jordan Hare. Afterward, it was back to the tailgate, where fires were going in the Solo Pits, and games from the Left Coast were getting cranked up. I was staying with family in Auburn, so after the traffic cleared out, it was on to the house for a nightcap and more watching of the most ripping of victories.
College football is just different. It’s a sport that is set up where there are probably as many as 60-70 teams who start, and play the season, knowing they have zero chance at sniffing a ring. If you’re Appy State, and you go 12-0 and win every game by a margin of 30 points, well, thanks for playing. But, if you watch them play, you would think they’re fighting for a playoff spot. I watched West Virginia and Houston about a week ago. No dog in the fight, but it was football. Incredible game, that was decided on the final play. The game meant nothing in the grand scheme of things, but you wouldn’t have known it from watching these two go at it, and seeing the celebration after the ball made of pigskin sailed through the big H. Great stuff.
After I got home Sunday, and ran errands, worked in the yard, and wacked my willie, I turned on some NFL just to see what was going on. Chargers and Chiefs going at it. I watched two plays, after both of which the camera immediately panned to Taylor Swift in the box, to watch her act like a 6th grade school girl at sleepover, when the pillow fight is just breaking out. I was done.
I follow the NFL. Watch a lot of it. But, it doesn’t hold a candle to the college game. It’s generic….sanitized even. It all looks the same, and the games don’t mean shit. Just about everybody makes the playoffs, and all you have to do to get in is win 2, maybe 3 more games than you lose. The games are a great to go to on occasion, but it’s more something I keep up with than anything.
I’ll be hitting at least a couple more this year at The loveliest Village, including the Iron Bowl. And I’m betting that tonight, I’ll find a couple of games on somewhere. It may be Louisiana Tech at Slippery Rock, but I’m going to watch, because it’s college football.