Football. The Heartbeat of the South.

"In the South, college football is a religion,
and every Saturday is the holy day..."

In the reflective and thoughtful spirit of Thanksgiving, I want to take a moment to stop and reflect on the incredible, palpable, pervasive and powerful spirit of college football across the country. Correction - college football in the SOUTH.

In the past two weeks I will have had the most amazing opportunity to attend very large football games at both of my parents' schools - Mississippi State (vs. Alabama on the 12th) and LSU (vs. Arkansas coming up on the 25th). As I was walking down University Drive in Starkville, Mississippi it truly dawned on me the incredible cohesive force, common language and powerful passion that is solely unique to college football.

It's not just the football - it's the tailgating traditions, the fight songs and the dedication. It's the entire experience. It's the cool, crisp fall breeze whipping through the rows of tents. It's the smells of the best food you'll taste in your life - and eat off a paper plate. The intermingling sounds of televisions playing other games, the bantering cheers, in Starkville - the clanging of cowbells, in Baton Rouge - the horns of the Golden Band from Tigerland. The overwhelming feeling of team and community.

It's family tradition (hence the homage to the Mannings above...). It's why you teach your children your college cheers as soon as they can speak. It's why you swear if they drew your blood it'd be your school's colors. It's why one of your baby's first outfits are the colors of your alma mater. It's a part of your soul here in the South. It's woven into your identity.

Every school may have their own scripts and their own uniquely crafted experiences - but at the end of the day, it's YOUR OWN. Each experience provides their students, alums, players and fans the unrivaled, inexplicable goosebumps. It's the Salute to the Stadium at LSU, Calling of the Hogs in Arkansas, The War Eagle flight at Auburn, The Aggie Bonfire, The Walk of Champions through the Grove in Oxford and so much more.

It's the common bond, the common thread and the indominable spirit and strength of college football - and so often all college athletics. It's so much more than the sport, the stats or the final score. Just ask the students at Penn State and Nebraska who solemnly met at midfield to show one another moral support after the week of chaos and scandal on the PSU campus. Just ask the women's basketball players and coaches from across the Big 12 who traveled to honor the two Oklahoma State coaches killed last week.

So - keep bleeding your school colors, screaming your chants, and honoring your school. Across the south - you understand. Football is more than a sport, more than an extracurricular activity for Saturdays - it's what you live for in the fall. It's moving. It's maddening. It's exhilirating. It's a religion.

Amen.

C'mon Man!

Disclaimer: A man on College Sports radio this morning mentioned that the media and sports fans alike can only focus on the negatives and scandals in collegiate sports. Please send my apologies to mister Orange Beach caller - I'm going to focus on it too.

If you're an NFL fan you're familiar with the segment C'MON MAN! Well, I've knocked the dust off the ole blog for my LSU College Football version of C'MON MAN!

Your team is ranked in the Top 5 pre-season. You have an entire senior season to finally prove to your nay-sayers that you are a legitimate talent and can lead your team. You have a huge, HUGE game against the Oregon Ducks (who just happened to play in the National Title game last season) at Cowboys Stadium the first game of the season. You are Jordan Jefferson. And, after the events the past few weeks. You are AN IDIOT.

I just simply do not understand what makes a senior in college - A SENIOR - want to break curfew and sneak out. C'MON MAN. You're 21/22 years old. You're supposedly a "grown man". You're supposedly a "leader" of one of the top level college football programs in the country. You're the main man, the director, the orchestrator of the offense.

Where was the voice of Les Miles in your head when you snuck out of the room after curfew? Where were the images of a potential championship when you went to the local bar? Did thoughts of your potential and your future cross your mind as you assaulted another human being?

Well, Mr. Jefferson, while you're sitting there with those shiny handcuffs around your wrists I hope you take time to contemplate all that you set fire to for a little night on the town.

I hope it was worth it - but guarantee you it wasn't.

C'MON MAN.

The Beauty and the Beast of the Cinderella

By now you've thrown away your bracket (if you didn't do it long ago with all of the "busting" that happened this year), paid all of your tournament debts, put the basketball shoes back in the closet, erased the Tivo and tried to look ahead to a hopefully worthwhile National Championship tonight with the ladies of Texas A&M and Notre Dame...

We had hopes last night for another rendition of the magical runs of Connecticut and Butler - but it seems that the clock struck midnight for both teams...

The game last night was like watching a depressing, tear-jerker movie like the ending of Beaches or Steel Magnolias in slow motion. It was painful, heart breaking, gut wrenching and NOT the fireworks, cherry on top of the sundae tournament finale we always hope for in sports. The shots attempted by Butler (and UConn, no less) looked like those flying around in a bad YMCA league basketball game of 5th grade girls. Bodies were flying, control was absent, finesse was fleeting and Tar Heels, Jayhawks, Wildcats, Panthers, Buckeyes sat at home with smoke coming out of their ears in rage...

During the game last night I had the good vs. evil situation pictured above going round and round in my head. Yes - we all live for the madness that is March. We thrive on the drama of upsets, the thrill of buzzer beaters and the role of the Cinderella... but in the end, is the champion crowned the TRUE, honest to goodness National Champion? Were these two teams truly the two best teams in NCAA basketball for 2011? NO! No, no, no, no, no! Would the BCS ever dream of awarding a 9-4 Mississippi State football team the National Championship? How about a 7-6 BYU? NO WAY - They'd be INSANE! There would be OUTRAGE! (Sorry Dad!)

Hate on it all you'd like, but the BCS system of college football has the power to take into consideration body of work, strength of schedule and wins and losses in the regular season to determine the layout of the bowl season and championship game and 95% of the time on right on target. This past year, Auburn and Oregon continually proved themselves and followed through and deserved the title shot.

How do we incorporate the adrenaline-packed excitement of the basketball tournament with the precision and exactness of the BCS to ensure the champion is deserving? Who knows? The debate continues...

A Proud TCU Horned Frog

Wow. Wow. Wow. Words TRULY cannot describe how I'm feeling this evening, but I'll try and do my best.

I realize now that I really never understood the true meaning of school pride until quite recently.

I grew up watching and cheering for both LSU and Mississippi State - so I always loved their colors and their school songs, their campuses and their football teams. Then, after signing with TCU in 2005 I wore my obligatory purple and white to all swim practices in college, and partook in all our sporting events always representing and cheering on the Horned Frogs. Then, I walked across the stage to receive my diploma on May 9, 2009 and it all changed...

I especially noticed my new found pride when decorating my office at the Houston West Chamber. TCU swimming collage on the shelf, TCU alumni sticker and TCU mug for the pens/pencils on my desk - and this Christmas even a TCU Santa Claus! I made my name in my email signature purple and found myself fielding calls and emails solely based upon encouraging my team - nothing at all work related! I became somewhat (as I coined it last night) the TCU Ambassador to West Houston! :)

I noticed with the implosion of one half of Amon Carter Stadium that as the pillars fell, I found a lump in my throat... I thought about the historical value of the stadium - both recent history and history of long ago. I thought about the ghosts of past TCU teams - as well as my own memories of running and jumping up the steps and bleachers during my time at school.

However, my pride really came to fruition the past month or so in the time leading up to the Rose Bowl. Those of you who know me understand that while I am incredibly passionate about sports, I generally like to maintain my calm, sweet demeanor and not try and stir up any trouble. Oops, that is until you disrespect my team - and therefore, disrespect me - because at TCU, you see, we MAKE IT PERSONAL.

I found myself wanting to literally spit blood out of MY eyes at certain individuals land-blasting TCU as pretenders who would be steamrolled on the big stage. I tried to keep my mouth shut (most of the time), but felt my blood boiling - knowing that those knocking our talent probably hadn't witnessed us play one single series of downs. I had faith and just waited for our players to hit the field today. I tried taking a lesson out of Gary Patterson's book on not worrying about what we cannot control and making our point out on the field.

Throughout the several hours of the game today - I paced, I screamed, I clapped, I closed my eyes, I plugged my ears, I fist pumped, I fist bumped then, when it was all said and done - I cried... The incredible emotions and pride flowing through my body just could not be contained. We had done it. We had climbed the mountain and proved that we belong. We no longer were the "little guys" - we were the 2011 Rose Bowl Champions.

Our coaches displayed poise and restraint (Patterson even halted the Gatorade bath until the clock had expired!), yet demanded and orchestrated 60 minutes of perfection. Our incredible quarterback commanded the game with a calm control and even quoted scripture in his post-game interview. It was just the classiest and most respectful display I'd ever seen.

Facebook was flooded with an incredible mass of cheers and pride for the Frogs and my phone flashed like a strobe light with those wishing the Frogs congratulations. People wanting to name their first child Tank (after our magnificent linebacker, Tank Carder), to others crying happy tears too to those continuing to poke fun at Gordon Gee for his riduclous mid-season/Non-AQ threatening comments! (PS - Hey Gordon, can you refresh me as to the Big 10's record today in bowl games?)


At the end of the day, we were the "Little Engine That Could." We thought we could, then we knew we could - then we DID. The TCU Nation painted Pasadena purple today - the first day of what is sure to be an incredible 2011. I tell you that I NOW know the meaning of school pride and I couldn't be more PROUD to be a graduate of Texas Christian University.

Just Like You and Me

In a very lucky opportunity as a member of the TCU Young Alumni Board, I was given the chance to help volunteer at the Rotary Lombardi Award Presentation on Wednesday, December 8th at the George R. Brown Convention Center in Downtown Houston. While I wasn't using my astute selling skills in throwing off the shelves tshirts, mini footballs, mini helmets, lapel pins and more volunteering at the merchandise table - I had the chance to REALLY meet the stars of the show, as one man working with me so kindly put his $500 VIP admission badge around my neck and told me to go check things out. This is a "hodge podge" of those encounters....

The first two people I met that night... I didn't know who they were until they walked off! GOSH, what a horrible sports fan I am! First, a very tiny, firecracker of a man came up asking how much the books were that we were selling. Of course, in my due diligence I told him the price and explained that we would love to have him purchase one. He laughed and continued walking... then I realized... OH. MY GOSH. That was Rudy and he was asking about his own book. I am SUCH an idiot. HAHA! Nonetheless, he came back and signed all the copies and was very nice and goofy about his little trick.

Next, a petite little woman came up - the perfect picture of a Southern Belle - asking about all the prices of the items we were selling. She said she had 3 boys (pronounced with her accent... "3 boy-ees") and wanted to bring them home some goodies. She was straight up a brunette version of Sandra Bullock in the Blind Side - it was incredible! Needless to say, when she dropped $300+ without batting an eye I wanted to know who this woman was, then her husband walked up - none other than Dabo Swinney, the head coach of Clemson.


Finally, I made my way into the VIP Reception. The first autograph line I stopped in was Jake Kirkpatrick (of course!) - and I must say, he had the largest line of fans! He was chatting, taking pictures and so incredibly personable and friendly, in typical Horned Frog fashion :) When it was my turn I told him I was an alum from 2009 and I told him to beat up on the Badgers. He gave me a smile, a yes mam and of course a giant "GO FROGS!'

Next, I stumbled my way over to Nick Fairley. (Now, as a lifelong LSU fan, my impression of him may have been slightly skewed, but..... I'll continue) I guess he was too tired to stand up to greet his fans, so he was perched on a chair. He signed my program and I told him "Best of luck in the National Championship!" Now, I don't know if he just grunted or I got a "tanka" (thank you?). Hm, good thing it only takes a couple rocks in between the ears to hit people!

Then, this is where the evening hit a minor speed bump! I immediately spotted Gene Chizik and Dabo Swinney in the corner of the room, so I thought I could go over and get some autographs from them! I walked up and stood by their wives, one of them being my old friend from the merchandise table. I stood there for a while, not wanting to interrupt, but making my presence known. Mrs. Swinney remembered me and we talked for a minute. I told her that she reminded me of Sandra Bullock and she just LOVED me for that comment (SCORE!). She told me I was too sweet and to have a great evening. She offered to interrupt her husband (as most wives are skilled at doing), but they seemed pretty focused and I kindly declined her offer.


Now back to the coaches... of the two, only Chizik could see me - and he clearly made eye contact, but made no effort to stop the chat. He had quite the aura of arrogance, and he wasn't going to give me the time of day. If it had been Les Miles, he probably would have stopped and said HEY!, we would have shared a nice talk, maybe an appetizer of football field grass, then when we were done he would've said SEE YA! (One can only dream...) Oh well, no big deal!

After moving into the auditorium for the presentation - it revolved around the many mantras and philosophy of the award's namesake and sports icon - Vince Lombardi. A quote used over and over again - due to the award's affiliation with the American Cancer Soceity as well as football - was "It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up." This sentiment, echoed by keynote speaker Rudy Ruettiger, finalist introducer Judge Ed Emmet and all of the coaches in attendance became the true central theme and really hammered home a lesson for me to take home. It was also reinforced the following night watching the ESPN College Football Awards hearing the stories of Arkansas' DJ Williams (CLICK HERE TO READ HIS STORY) and the recent struggles of Lee Corso (CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO).

Despite the celebrity perception and exposure of these players and coaches I had met or dream of meeting - at the end of the day, we're all just normal human beings. We all have struggles and challenges along the way - but must continue to persist and strive for greatness, on the football field or in life.

I'm so grateful for the experience last Wednesday and my unwavering love and raw passion for sports continues...

In the true spirit of Les Miles... HAVE A GREAT DAY :)

Movin' on East, Movin' on Up?

Well, after calls, emails, comments, questions and text messages from best friends, old friends, business colleagues, old professors and even the random guy in my building who always finds a way to creepily talk to me in hallway about TCU (STILL not knowing how he knows I went to school there...) asking me about TCU's move to the Big East - I figured this switch was blog-worthy.

Yesterday TCU announced at a press conference that on July 1, 2012 it will officially become a member of the Big East Conference. You've got it - the conference that everyone (TCU fans alike!) has moaned and groaned about that has an automatic bid this year to a BCS bowl game - sending an unwarranted UConn to a likely Orange Bowl.

Now, I think I should be beyond thrilled about this move, but I'm still wavering on how I feel. There is no doubt this will immediately mean dollar signs in the athletic programs, sky-rocketing TV time, more respect, improved recruiting leverage, the loss of the "Non-AQ" prefix before our name in all media outlets and the removal of the "little sisters of the poor" from our schedule. Right, Gordon Gee? (PS - I really cannot wait for your Buckeyes to meet another SEC team in New Orleans and get a good ole fashion Razorback & Ryan Mallet ripping- although I'd prefer a Bayou Bengal beat down... Oops, I digress) Moving on...

I kind of feel like the little kid that tastes a REALLY yummy candy for the first time, but then eats 500 of them - and realizes he or she feels sick. I understand the publicity and exposure will be wonderful for TCU, and I think academically we do fit the mold - but a part of me wonders how long the Big East will satisfy our desire to be included in the media as one of the big boys. It may suffice our appetite for now, but what happens when in 6-8 years when the Big 12 (or even the SEC... don't gasp!) seems like a better regional fit? Is this merely a stepping stone in the long process of developing an athletic program? Are we like the confused young 15 year old in high school that changes her wardrobe and hair color with the changing trend as she tries to experiment and figure out who she is? Hmm, yet the confusion and drama ensue.

Nonetheless, GO FROGS! I'm excited to see the future for my alma mater - as we're the classic underdog and small private school, a shining beacon of purple pride drowning in an overwhelming Texas sea of orange and maroon.... Onwards and upwards Frogs! Let's continue to show the state and nation that we belong and we're here to stay - no matter what conference!

Fear the SEC

What are all cool kids up to at 11:30 pm on a Saturday night in the fall? Watching college football ALL day, then blogging about it - DUH! Ha.

Nonetheless - what a day! I started out on the big comfy couch at about 9:00 am watching the GameDay crew on the Smurf Turf, and needless to say the TV is just now going off. Phew - I'm exhausted, but nonetheless wanted to recap this wild and wacky day of entertaining football!

I'm just going to go through a quick recap of the notable games played this evening and my TCU game last night (maybe not all of them on the national stage, but at least in my world...)

*Alabama/Arkansas - WOW! I knew this was going to be a tough match-up with the high octane offense of Ryan Mallett, and boy was I right! Arkansas came out fired up, but slowly but surely the tough, grind-it-out offense of Alabama got the job done. It's unbelievable how effective Ingram and Richardson are as a duel threat - especially in the wildcat and after contact. They can move the whole pack while they keep churning away. Truly exceptional talent.

*Ohio State/another no name school on their scheulde - Buckeyes roll... big surprise.

*Boise State/Oregon State - Ohhhhhhhhhh you Beavers just broke my heart. The amount of this game that I saw (after flipping between every ESPN channel offered - I think I have carpal tunnel now... geez!) it looked like a pretty chippy game, definitley no love lost between these programs. The Broncos won, but not in the landslide that the GameDay crew was predicting. If I remember correctly Lee Corso said two things about OSU's chances: slim and none. Hmm, think this may be a What Was I Thinking in next week's show. Boise is solid, don't get me wrong - I just want to see more I suppose.

*TCU/SMU - Yikes. We did win the game, but it was NOT the knockout punch we were looking for. We kicked their pretty little pony QB around, but still wasn't our best showing. Still not convinced we're the same powerhouse of 2009, but hopefully my Frogs can prove me wrong!

*Auburn/South Carolina - WOW. Two solid and up-in-coming SEC programs. I just love Coach Spurrier... a true legend in sports. Good win for Auburn - this was a dog fight, they both looked pretty impressive.

*Texas/UCLA - Okay, Texas. I've really been wanting you to do something great so I could write a really nice blog about you. I made a promise (you know who you are!) to someone a couple weekends ago that I'd try and be nice - but you just WON'T let me! Sorry for the loss... it sure was a rough day for the burnt orange...

*LSU/West Virginia - Another W for the Tigers, and another UGLY W for the Tigers. Incredible how a team with zero offense is 4-0. Bring back Jarrett Lee (aka - a QB with an IQ over 30 who can actually throw the ball)... PLEEEEEEEEASE! Oh yeah, and give the Heisman to Patrick Petersen, what an ATHLETE! He's my dark horse candidate for Heisman.

*Mississippi State/Georgia - What a proud day for the Dawgs (the dawgs in maroon, that is...) Beating Georgia for the first time in a decade! Way to go Dan Mullen! Keep your eyes on Starkville in the next few years, I like what the ole Florida offensive coordinator has got cookin' down there.

All in all - one thing STILL rings true. The SEC is by far, leaps and bounds, head and shoulders, miles and miles ahead of all other conferences in college football. They are physical, agile, and built with just a brute strength that cannot be matched. I still wish we could see more teams dabble in the SEC. Let's see an Ohio State vs. Arkansas, TCU vs. Auburn, Boise State vs. Florida, Texas vs. LSU! How do those sound (other than losses for the Big 10, MWC, WAC and Big 12)? Sorry, I do love my Frogs - I'm just not sure they could match up with the SEC.

Okay, I'm done for the evening. My eyes need a rest from staring at screens - they're tired! See you next week and for tomorrow.... GO TEXANS!