Stately Oaks and Broad Magnolias

The LSU Alma Mater closes with poignant lyrics "May thy spirit live within us, Forever LSU!" It seems cliche, but when the voices of over 93,000 momentarily attempt to sober up to belt out these lyrics. When the "sun has found its home in the western sky and it's Saturday night in Death Valley". When it's November. When it's the (enter four letter word here-ing) Alabama Crimson Tide. You truly start to feel the spirit that lives within the LSU Tigers.

Now, I'm not an "official" Tiger. I do not hold a degree from Louisiana State University. I cannot say I have attended a single class in Baton Rouge. But make no mistake, I am a Tiger... by birth and by blood. The Craig Family has been attending and graduating from Louisiana State University for over a century - dating back to my great-grandfather. Since then, my grandparents, mother, aunts, uncles, cousins and then some have attended LSU. I personally have walked under the shade of the oak trees on campus since the time I could walk. I have belted out "Geaux Tigers!" since the time I could talk. I am a Tiger, I feel and possess the spirit.

Last night, Tiger Stadium was FILLED with the spirit of LSU. The air was charged - truly unlike any game I've EVER seen (and I've seen my fair share, ladies and gentlement) in my entire life. Charged with anticipation, charged with alcohol-induced insanity, charged with the memory of January 9, 2012, charged with HATE. You felt at times so charged and elated you could just be sick from pure exhaustion and adrenaline, to only fall to the pit of complete, hollow deflation. An emotional journey.

But for me, a game at Tiger Stadium is so much more than two final numbers left on a scoreboard once the dust settles... It's the experience. It's the older gentlemen turning to his wife when the band first marches onto the field that says "my hair just raised on its end... it gets me every time" with the sparkle of a nostalgic wink. It's the new-found friends that share high fives, life stories, less than impressive dance moves, hugs of pure bliss and a certain kindred spirit. Yes, the experience is even rooted in the shouts and vicious banter, shoves, cursing (and yes, even police) attempting to simmer the fervent animosity of hatred that burns between the Tigers and Tide (and that was just in our section!).

I cannot fully describe the LSU spirit in words. It's not something you can capture. It's not something you can copy or recreate. The towering shadows and beaming lights of Death Valley stir something in your soul and in your heart. It may be where "opponents dreams come to die", but it's where our dreams come to life.

The Honey Badger Don't Care

The concept of leadership is incredibly complex and multi-faceted. You are one, or you aren’t. You lead by example. You have the belief and trust of your followers. Leadership is practiced through attitude and actions, not by words.

Tyrann Mathieu, affectionately known as the “Honey Badger”, is one such incredible and inexplicably frustrating leader. Fluctuating between sheer brilliance on the football field and utter confusion and disregard for life off, Tyrann has now almost sealed his disappointing story in his recent drug arrest yesterday with three current/former football-playing Tigers: Jordann Jefferson, Karnell Hatcher and Derrick Bryant.

(Side note… Can someone please tell me why Jordan Jefferson cannot just ride off into the sunset already? He’s done enough damage to the LSU Football program.)

Tyrann possessed the intangibles not able to be taught. He had the magic that little boys playing pee-wee football dream of on the field. The ability to change the entire landscape of a game. The spark of adrenaline with a punt return or inflicted turnover. The rush of emotion when a team is struggling to find a purpose. The jump-start of an offense into overdrive. Heisman Trophy finalist. Play-maker. Magic.

I hope the story of the “Honey Badger” has a few more chapters. It seems like a travesty for this story to end so soon. In the end, it’s just a game and it’s time for Tyrann to focus on the bigger picture of real life. We see the qualities and purposeful mission of leadership in the man on the field...now its time for him to be that same leading man off that field. I wish upon him guidance, wisdom, maturity and luck on his journey.

The Human Spirit of the Olympic Games

It’s the most wonderful time of year – or shall we say, 4 years – when the sport of swimming has the incredible opportunity to bask in the spotlight and glory of the Olympic Games. The entire gambit of athletes, from newly minted rookie Olympians to wiley old veterans of the sport that I’ve loved my entire life take center stage for the world to take note.

As I sat transfixed to the television all night, I began wondering what it was that made me cheer and cry with every move of the Team USA swimmers. The fact is, there are so many beautifully perfect and imperfect human elements they put on display day in and day out. We worship and idolize their world records, their training regiments (flipping monster tires anyone?), their ridiculous diets, their Twitter accounts, their next magazine cover and yes – even their own language (… JEAH!) But the truth is, their most admirable qualities are those a little less Hollywood – those qualities that make them just like you and me.

There’s Missy Franklin – the hyper, overzealous teenager that’s deep down in every one of us. Her effervescent smile and personality that bubbles like a shaken bottle of champagne is something that we each strive to attain. There’s Ryan Lochte – the charismatic, unconventional skateboard-riding, grill-wearing Playboy whose relaxed demeanor and unrefined approach to life make it okay and even downright AWESOME to stand out in a crowd.

There are so many qualities to admire and replicate of Team USA: The silent, yet fierce, leadership of Rebecca Soni and Elizabeth Beisel. The ultimate comeback story of redemption and ultimate dedication in Brendan Hansen, Dana Vollmer and Jessica Hardy. The hopeless romantic spirit and love of Matt Grevers blowing a kiss into the stands. The flooding relief of accomplishment Caitlin Leverenz after capturing her first medal. The quiet redemption and fortitude of the seemingly consummate bridesmaids, Nick Thoman and Davis Tarwater. The veteran, foundational wisdom in Natalie Coughlin and Jason Lezak. The list is endless.

Finally – there’s the ultimate champion, the most powerful ambassador for the sport of swimming, the greatest Olympian of all time and newly noted HUMAN, Michael Phelps. Tonight, for the very first time, I felt Michael acknowledge that the edges of his Superman cape are indeed slowly unraveling – acknowledging AND even embracing one of life’s most difficult challenges – change. As he stood atop the podium for the 4 x 200 Free Relay, I saw the glimmer of tears in his eyes for the first time EVER in 19 trips, as I believe he caught the first true glimpse of his swimming sunset. He seemed a changed man at the end of finals – smiling, joking, more jovial and relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. He is retiring, closing a chapter and he’s finally embracing it.

This is why I really do love the Olympic Games – as they exemplify the greatness that lies in each of us, as Nike poignantly portrayed in an advertisement tonight. At the end of the day, these supernatural , extraordinary athletes we call Olympians (not just those wearing red, white and blue and not just those competing in the sports with prime time coverage) are just human beings – moms, dads, brothers, sisters, sons, daughters. Their lives are shining examples of extraordinary qualities that live in each of us: hope, determination, strength and the imperfectly perfect human spirit… in this case – the Olympic spirit.

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!

There's No Crying in Baseball

Have you ever seen a pitcher in the big leagues collapse and break down into sobs on the mound after a homerun sails over his head? How about a right fielder who has a heads up play for the force out at 3rd base giggle around the outfield with his hands on his head not being able to control his excitement?

This is why I have just LOVED watching the Little League World Series - the pure, unbridled, unmasked emotional ride you get to experience with every change in the game - because it's written all over the player's faces.

These kids are just that - KIDS! I love the statistics - Height: 5'2" Weight: 96 pounds Favorite book: Mickey and Me. How precious are these little boys? They wear their emotions on their sleeve - they feel every emotional high and low all within five minutes of one another. They go from a pouty, fat bottom lip to doing the wackiest dance moves in the dugout when they have a great inning - it's wonderful! It embodies the true roller coaster, yet joyous ride of sports. They are learning the life lessons of handling success and defeat - all in front of our eyes, on national television no less.

Make sure you tune in TODAY at 3:00 pm as the boys from Pearland (suburb of Houston), Texas take on the boys from Hawaii! You bet I'll be watching and cheering on these new darlings of Houston, as will the whole city and state of Texas - MOVE OVER Yao Ming, Matt Schaub & company - there are new stars in town!

GO PEARLAND!

The BIG Picture

We're all guilty of it - getting ticked off, crying, or being down in the dumps when our favorite team loses in the last second of the game, when we don't swim close to our best time or when we lose to Alabama in the SEC Championship Game (okay... maybe that's just the picture above). We wear lucky t-shirts, lucky earrings, won't wash our socks and do other unthinkable superstitous acts so we ensure our team will win... but is it all worth it?

Now I'm going to momentarily get up on my soap box for a while in this entry... I've felt inspired to write this after a long talk with a really great long lost friend who recently lost his father. We both discussed how it's the BIG things in life that you should focus on, and all the little, insignificant matters that just seem to disappear...

This year has been so deeply eye-opening for me when it comes to perspective. Life is all about changes, peaks and valleys - and it's all been revealed (sometimes in harsh fashion) the past year or so. I've had some of my best friends lose parents and siblings - and known people whose lives were changed in one single moment. With the ever-changing power that is life - it's so important to focus on how you treat people EVERY SINGLE TIME you interact with them. You must put all your efforts towards being compassionate, loving and steadfast at every single moment. Is it worth yelling at someone when they don't text message you back in .2 seconds? No. Is that dirty towel on the floor really hurting anybody? No. Just BREATHE...

That being said - does it really matter when your beloved Houston Texans don't get that 1st down? Does the Fiesta Bowl defeat really seem as important? Does your time in the 500 freestyle from when you were 18 years old really mean ANYTHING in the scheme of things? The answer is simple - NOT IN THE LEAST.

Sports are a fantastic outlet, an incredible provider of lifelong lessons, and a wonderful support team but they do not define you. When your life is over does the person presiding at your funeral read your stat sheet from your athletic career? Not in a million years. What defines you is the way in which you live your life. The people you touch with your compassion and those whom you reach by your giving spirit. You're remembered by the way you loved and cared - not the way you threw touchdowns or hit homeruns.

Remember this... and it may make the last second losses, the interceptions, the upsets, the blown calls, and all of the other insignificant details a little easier to stomach.

Rapid Fire Rewind

Sound the alarm! I'm BAAAACK! With the clock ticking down to football season, I feel like I now have some passion behind my posts again! It's time to be back in business, folks.

To get started I'm going to quickly review the year in sports from the last time I posted (Ehhhh mind you it was Fall of 2009...) some of it you may not agree with what I have to say, but hey - you can't please 'em all.

1. NCAA Football -Alabama stomped Texas for the National Championship. PS - Texas did not lose because Colt McCoy got hurt (cough WIMP cough). Texas lost because Alabama was and is a better, more aggressive more physical team. They just flat got out-played. As always, I would just LOVE to see Texas play a mediocre SEC schedule (at best) - what a wake up call that would be.

2. NFL - The Saints won the Super Bowl in the MOST exciting, inspiring, energizing, FANTASTIC professional football game that I've seen in a long time. Between the images of Drew Brees with his ear-muff clad son, or the owner waving around his LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL umbrella - it was unbelivable. Talk about a feel good sports story (for once!) coming out of the NFL. Thank you, New Orleans.

Oh yeah - The NFL also lost a legend, class act, first rate QB in Kurt Warner. What a fantastic role model for children growing up in the sport. Hey, maybe he could even be a role model for Brett Favre (NOTE TO BRETT - Give it up already before you break your hip out there.... Oh, and make a decision - then actually MAKE it)

3. NBA - The Lakers won the NBA Championship. Yuck. Bryant? Over it. Gasol? SHAVE for crying outloud. Odom? You're more fun on Keeping Up with the Kardashians. Jackson? Aren't you like 100 years old? Haven't you won like 38 championships? Retire already, dude.

LeBron James has a HUGE, RIDICULOUS, OUT OF CONTROL ego. I hope it fits in the franchise at Miami - yikes! He said he wanted to win championships with Wade and Bosh. Well, I have news for him - it's not going to happen. You have a successful team with a leader, support players, and those who fill VITAL non-on the court attributes. You don't have a successful team with three egos... and some other guys...

4. NCAA Baseball - On a more personal note, my Horned Frogs reached the College World Series for the first time and became the darlings of Omaha! Needless to say, after Matt Curry's grand slam - I was hoarse the next day. Wow, what an unbelievable moment in TCU history. I'm SO proud to be a Horned Frog - then, now and ALWAYS!

Oh and South Carolina won - good job Cocks... (heehee)

5. World Cup - Uhhhhhh.... they went to South Africa? There were loud annoying noises? There was an octopus that was really successful in picking the winners. Spain won. That's all I've got :) Needless to say, soccer ain't my thing!

6. MLB - The Astros are HORRIBLE TERRIBLE NO GOOD VERY BAD baseball team. End of story. That's where my baseball care stops - and it CRASHED AND BURNED this year with the Dis-Astros.

Well, folks - that's all I've got for now! I'm excited to be writing again, it feels good.

Let me know if I missed anything - I'll gladly give my 2 cents! :)

Until we meet again.... (and I promise it won't be August 2011!)

My Letter to the Houston Chronicle

I wanted to share with you the choice words I had this morning for Houston Chronicle journalist who had the most ridiculously awful article, totally disrespecting the Horned Frog's perfect season... Enjoy!

Mr. Justice,

As I sat down to eat my breakfast and read the Houston Chronicle this morning, I was sure I would stumble upon an article about the impressive weekend the football team from my alma mater, TCU, experienced this past weekend. Instead, what I stumbled upon was this: http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/sports/justice/6722430.html.

I'm sure this article was written to stroke the egos of the less than impressive Longhorns, and once again leave the Horned Frogs as the most overlooked and disrespected team in Texas. I sat in the stands Saturday night and soaked in the 50,000+ fans at Amon G. Carter stadium, and watched my team DISMANTLE the Utes of Utah. I must say, and I mean no disrespect, Mr. Justice- you have got this one terribly, terribly wrong.

TCU has beaten Clemson, BYU, Air Force and Utah- three of those four are ranked in the top 25 and three of those victories came on the road in very hostile environments. Texas has beaten Oklahoma, Oklahoma State, Texas Tech and Missouri. Last I checked- only ONE of these teams makes an appearance in the current AP Top 25. Texas plays a powder puff schedule- period, the end... Louisiana Monroe? UTEP? UCF? Hey Texas, why don't you play with the big boys, then you can say you deserve the chance. Don't skirt around facing tough opponents for games that merely enhance and inflate your statistics.

Just because we're a smaller private school, who only graduates 2,000/3,000 a year- rather than 30,000 does NOT translate into not deserving a chance. Neither money generated nor number of alumni equal athletic prowess. If that's what the system is based upon, then something has got to give. Keep touting Texas as this infallible power house, but I can't wait until they actually play a real team. Put them up against the likes of a Florida or Alabama, and I can't wait to see the beating they'll receive. Hey- put them up against a defense like ours, introduce them to Jerry Hughes, and I guarantee they wouldn't know what hit them.

Coach Patterson, keep up the impressive wins. The Horned Frog nation is charged and excited-the entire community that is TCU can continue to beam with pride... and our team can continue their talking... on the field.

THIS IS OUR TIME. GO FROGS!

Sarah Bardwell
TCU Class of 2009

To Play or Not to Play...

All of Gator nation held their breath as quarterback, Tim Tebow, lay motionless on the field after knocking into his own man's knee. As teammates tried to pull on his jersey, Tebow didn't flinch- prompting medical staff, and sending Urban Meyer, other coaches, players, and fans into an absolute panic. After presumably waking, Tim looked like a character straight out of Looney Tunes with the dust and question marks swirling around his head. Then... came the violent vomiting and disturbing exit in an ambulance.

The media has been sent into an absolute frenzy over this topic- conjuring controversy regarding the danger of the game, and the mental health risks it creates for the future. Lately, the main source of angst for the Gators has been the volatile "will he or won't he" regarding his play for Saturday's match-up with #4 SEC rival, LSU.

I believe I speak for most sane individuals by saying I believe there is absolute no need or reason for Tebow to risk his current or future mental capability or potential for one Saturday in college. In fact-- (Yes, I am an avid LSU Tiger, buuuuuut.....)-- I truly think the Gators should have the confidence that they could win this ESPN Game Day match-up without their starting quarterback.

Sure, they call him Superman, but we all know he's not invincible. Tebow has unmatched ability, strength, faith, leadership, and confidence, but there's no need to put his entire future in jeopardy for one W.

Hiring & Firing

The world wide of sports... it's exciting, passionate, diverse, dynamic, competitive, cutthroat, pressure packed, and much more. This goes for the fans, players, general managers, owners, athletic administration, and especially the coaches.

It seems that the legendary coaches and players are untouchable and can continue in their respective sport forever, but for some, the spotlight is short lived. One slip up, and there are question marks around your name. A few lost games, and your job is clearly in jeopardy. A losing season...you're gone! This may sound a little exaggerated and harsh, but I'm afraid it truly is the way things go.

In fact, teams are even releasing coaches after preseason games and in the middle of the season, not wasting any time allowing an unacceptable leader's position to linger deeper into despair. This year in the NFL three offensive coordinators (Kansas City Chiefs, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, and the Buffalo Bills) were fired following a less than impressive preseason. Preseason? Aren't those games used for the purpose of tuning up, practicing, and perfecting before the real deal commences? Now they are more like an audition previewing the successes or failures of the coaches- YIKES!

Then there is the scenario of firing coaches mid season- the Phoenix Suns fired coach, Terry Porter, after four months at the head post. My hometown Houston Astros fired manager, Cecil Cooper, after a dismal few seasons- with another month or so left in the season. In my opinion, if there are individuals familiar with the personnel and the program, maybe holding lower positions, that can step right in without a hiccup- these releases are acceptable. If a coach is going to create more dissention and tension within a program than he or she is going to inspire and cultivate success- it's time for them to go...

The world of sports is a cruel one... judgements are passed quickly, and only the strong survive. It's a very simple, tough truth and thought that coaches with high profiles must live by- sink or swim.

Upset City… What does it mean?

Week 1- First week out of the gate, BYU upends #3 Oklahoma in Dallas

Week 2- Houston upsets #5 Oklahoma State on their own turf in Stillwater

Week 3- Sarkisian continues to work his magic as the Washington Huskies trump the #3 powerhouse USC Trojans

Week 4- #4 Ole Miss is upset by football legend, Steve Spurrier, and the Gamecocks, #5 Penn State loses for a second straight year to the Iowa Hawkeyes, #6 California is pummeled by the rebounding Oregon Ducks, #9 Miami is tripped up by ACC rival Virginia Tech

So… why in the world does it seem that the 2009 football season has produced so many notable upsets, and it’s only been four weeks? There must be something wacky going on! In fact… I believe there is… If you’ve been examining the top AP ranked teams in their games against legitimate opponents, their wins haven’t been huge landslides. Their have been monumental upsets, close games between teams you wouldn’t expect, and last minute miracle plays that have saved the necks and records of many.

What I think this means is that NCAA football this year is on more of a level playing field than maybe any other time in history. Of course, there are the top tier teams who will continue to recruit and build successful teams, but are they now light-years ahead of the pack as in previous years… now that’s up for debate. All around the country talented football players and coaches are developing and building successful, winning teams—despite the size, publicity, or history of their football program or conference. It seems that on any given weekend, almost any team can beat another, no questions asked.

Is a team ranked in the AP top ten a better or more worthy opponent than an unranked team? If you asked the Trojans, Cowboys, or Rebels- I’m sure they would warn others to never take an opponent for granted, regardless of past record, rank, or reputation.

Why America Loves Phil

As he stormed back into the picture with a final round of 65, Phil Mickelson captured the crown at the Tour Championship on Sunday, and continued to capture the hearts of America. He entered the round four shots out of the lead, and finished three shots ahead of the pack- we all cheered.

What is it about “Lefty” that makes him the constant underdog, though his FedEx ranking suggests otherwise? Maybe it was the string of runner-up finishes that seemed to act as a dark cloud following him from major to major, or the fact that Tiger Woods always seems to have the secret recipe for his defeat.

I believe we all want to root for Mickelson because we all see a little bit of ourselves, our family, and our neighbors in Phil. He seems like the guy next door you could baby-sit for, borrow some milk from, or just chat in the front yard. He doesn’t seem affected by his millions, nor has he basked in the bright lights of fame.

This past year has also added an element of humanity to Phil, as he’s struggled with the breast cancer diagnosis of both his wife and mother. It seems as if we can all relate, as countless individuals are affected by cancer day in and day out—whether you’re a world class golfer or not. We have cheered for Phil on and off the golf course, cheered for Amy, and cheered for the quick recovery of his mother.

What a great win for Phil this Sunday to mark the conclusion of an undeniably roller coaster year. Our hearts are continually sending our words of support and comfort, while our voices are persistently encouraging and rooting for the guy and golfer next door that everyone seems to love—Phil Mickelson.

A New Crib for the Cowboys

If anyone watched the opening game of the Cowboys Stadium, I’m sure you saw the lovely introduction piece to Jerry Jones’s money pit. The segment highlighted the Egyptian Pyramids, Taj Mahal, Roman Coliseum, the Parthenon, and other fascinating historical structures… ending with the unveiling of the new stadium. If you ask me, how grotesquely over the top!

The Egyptian Pyramids date back to before Christ—structures built to honor gods and leaders. The Taj Mahal, an Indian masterpiece honoring the life of an emperor’s wife, dates back to the 1600s. You get the idea… A football stadium honoring the pocket book of Jerry Jones and crazed, delusional Cowboys fans shouldn’t even be muttered in the same sentence as these fascinating, historical relics.

This $1.3 billion dollar monstrosity is completely despicable. Yes, it incorporates incredible opportunities of viewing the players through glass walkways. Yes, it has a 600-ton video board lingering above the field. Yes, it can fit over 100,000, but is this really necessary? Last time I checked, despite all the new technology, structures, and amenities- the Cowboys still lost the game.

Most Americans are struggling right now to pay bills, feed their families, and cover everyday living expenses. Does Jerry Jones really believe these average Americans will blow $159 for a single ticket, $75 for parking, and who knows how much on mediocre stadium snacks to help Jerry Jones pay for the outlandish architecture, video screens, and other outrageous features? I don’t think so.

Sports are about having passion for your team, and wanting them to score the touchdown, kick the field goal, and win the game. You want to love your team, love what they represent, love how they carry themselves and symbolize your community. You don’t just love them for their fat wallets. Sure, the stadium may have ignited attention and awe, but that’s not what the game is all about. Money can buy you pretty, shiny “things” but in the end they’re all worthless if you don’t have the human interest, excitement, class, and winning spirit of the players and fans behind the glitz and glamour.

Give 'em a Break

During last Saturday's UH vs. Texas Tech match-up on ESPN2, I heard an interesting fact about a hand full of the UH football players... The broadcasters were discussing the fact that a few weeks ago when the Cougars traveled to Stillwater, Oklahoma to face the Cowboys it was many of the player's first time on an airplane. They joked about the players being frightened and apprehensive, not about their upcoming game, but merely their method of transportation. WOW- I couldn't believe it, this just amazed me.

With the constant media attention, hype, and pressure placed on college athletes, mostly football players, you forget that these boys range from 18-22 (unless it's BYU, then change that 22 to 25). They're still very young, maturing individuals who are treated like men, with the weight of the hopes and expectations of their team, school, alumni, and community resting on their shoulders. When they may not win every big game, it seems that the world crashes down solely on their heads.

One such player, who clearly felt the pressure, and fell victim to it, was Miami's QB, Jacory Harris. In fact, I almost devoted an entire post to profiling this prolific quarterback impressing the masses, but am sure glad I procrastinated! This sophomore has been so impressive, but I'm afraid the media coverage, exposure, and interviews depicting his winning attitude were a little premature, intimidating, and shook the nerves of young Harris in the Hurricanes beat down by the Virginia Tech Hokies.

I don't mean to sound like Oklahoma State football coach, Mike Gundy, but we should remember these football players are still very young, maturing boys, not men in the NFL. I remember the frightening, looming feelings when I knew a score was close, or understood the importance of a single race, and my sport of swimming didn't have a fraction of the publicity or pressure of football.

I wish the media and public would remember this before blasting hateful messages on websites and in newspapers, or putting the weight of the world on one individual player. Sure, the focus and scrutiny comes with the territory, but we all could use a little dose of understanding and cut them some slack when sometimes these boys, at a formative time in life, may not flawlessly meet all expectations.