War Wagon wrote:Van wrote:
The problem with the (modern) NFL is nothing there energizes me nearly as much as what's good about CF. What I love about CF, there's nothing in the (modern) NFL that can touch it.
Such as's and for instances, please.
What's so compelling about CF that nothing in the modern day NFL can touch?
Fall, in The Shoe, and it's Ohio State-Michigan, and not a goddamn other thing matters.
The Red River Shoot Out, and we've got Okies and Texans seriously hatin' on each other.
The Iron Bowl, and an entire state shuts down and chooses sides.
Seniors playing in the final game, and it's all or nothing against their most hated rival. Not only will they never get to play those guys again, they may never set foot again on any football field. Their entire football lives come to a head, in one clearly defined moment. Even if they merely go on to become accountants they might be forever known as heroes, in their home town. They beat State, that one time, when everything was on the line.
Cross town rivalries and split stadiums, with both teams wearing their home unis, and the night time fog rolling in over the lip of the stadium, the stadium lights making the fog look like the March Of The Dead, a la USC-UCLA.
The cannon fire and the marching in of the cadets and middies, for Army-Navy. Young people actually
behaving and showing respect, to honored institutions.
College co-eds with blue and gold woolen scarves and little four leaf clover decals on their cheeks, crying their eyes out when Reggie Bush and Matt Leinart broke their hearts.
Those same co-eds pissing themselves in ecstacy when ND is suddenly wearing green jerseys as they run out of the tunnel, beneath Touchdown Jesus.
The 12th Man, at A&M, and they won't sit down for
nuthin.'
The USC Song Girls, dancing after the Rose Bowl, in front of
that band, to those songs, with thousands and thousands of people holding up the "V" for victory sign, and all the players with roses in their mouths, saluting the fans.
Senior Day, when the players and their parents walk out together onto the field, one by one, to one final roar of the crowd.
Saturday night in Baton Rouge, with 95,000 shitfaced cajuns setting off seismographs across the state when LSU scores, completing a miraculous comeback.
You, two years ago, and your nearly out-of-your-mind bloodlust in the lead up to the Kansas-Missouri game at Camarohead.
The NFL is badass, absolutely, but it will never equal the feel of CF. It'll never be the singular
event, the way it is in those small town college atmospheres. It's a paycheck, vs a passion.
