So. First of all, that game Saturday WAS the CFB Semifinal Playoff. We just BARELY lost to what was unquestionably the No. 1 Football Team in College Football. But we are almost THERE: We are missing some parts, and will HAVE to rebuild and re-ADAPT AS WE RE-CLIMB that “road to greatness”...For the goal is NOT merely to “get back” to the SEC Championship but to WIN it, to SURPASS this team’s accomplishments...AVOID the letdowns and pitfalls that circumstances laid in our path along the way.
If you listened/watched Coach Mullen’s postgame presser, paid close heed to the subtleties inherent in comments by Trask and others, you’d take from it ALL, as I did, that where his players are frustrated at not being able to themselves further address the imperfections of THIS year’s campaign, our COACH KNOWS what he intends and what he is doing:
HE at least has a plan, is not “satisfied” (no way, no HOW—in NO WAY, SHAPE or FORM!), and fully, confidently intends, and has this program on TRACK towards, the kind of unique-each-season “realization of common purpose”—a COMING TOGETHER that produces a true “TEAM” that cares for and supports each other on the field and in the locker room.
THIS is why the future appears so bright...and it is its very EMOTIONAL POWER and IMPORTANCE that makes the College Game so great—and why we love it.
So it is right and good that we acknowledge and address that here.
I had already been mulling all of this over as I watched the various press conferences and read the various follow-up columns reacting to this last weekend’s games; OUR game in particular; I was working up to starting and eventually posting THIS Thread as promised, when I came upon a particular column under the weekly heading/site “The Ringer”, by Roger Sherman (the latest one, dated 12/20/20):
I THINK I just had my most basic underlying “secret and TRUE VIEW” perfectly and honestly expressed!:
It is the CHAOS that is always lurking around inherently somehow WITHIN College Football that attracts us hardcore fans—those of us who have finally come to reject the “logical status quo” of the pro game that occupies and sustains the interest of most “mature” fans out there...At a certain point we (relative) few have rejected the mercenary “you break it/you BOUGHT it!” emotional contract at the heart of the pro game. After a while, that all just wears so thin: They don’t “play for us”. Whatever we might ONCE have had in common, whatever might ONCE have BEEN shared is no longer.
No, it is only in the impossible necessity of PERFECTION, in pursuit of some FORMER SHARED AFFILIATION, THAT CONTINUES TO INSPIRE US. ALL of us. TOGETHER, AS A TEAM: Graduates of our mutual once-HOME, and part of a fine, even BELOVED PAST that continues to draw and hold us close, onward throughout our lives! For a player to want, NEED to bust PAST THAT NEXT TACKLER, or even just a front-seated fan who suddenly readies himself, YEARNS to burst out of his seat, leap onto the field and for a brief instant wonderfully, HORRIBLY almost leaps out ONTO the field and tackle the opponent’s star RB as HE is about to streak by and bust free...He doesn’t: It hardly ever happens, in all of history—but it is a wonder that is so, when you think about it.
We all care that MUCH though, don’t you see? I don’t know if that is a testament to our love of Chaos or our ultimate respect for order—or at least for the young warriors who go out there and battle on our behalf.
We wanna win the game—but ultimately there’s a right and a wrong way to see it done (and I can think of some folks who could take this simple, yet fundamental “rule” to HEART...No “President”, for example, can mindlessly rip the shoe from the runner’s foot as he tackles him, then, upon standing to find the cleat in his hand, shrug and chuck it down the field FOR ALL TO SEE—expect officials who see it NOT immediately throw a flag on a play that OTHERWISE CRUCIALLY (once AGAIN) was about to hand us the ball back!...This all gets confusing, you see—but there are consequences to our not showing self-control (or at least there SHOULD BE).
Now, I don’t KNOW if (deserving or NOT) the GATOR Team that just gave that Alabama squad currently, widely accepted as FAR AND AWAY “the best college football Team-in-the-land BY FAR, its toughest competition in at LEAST a year “all it WANTED AND MORE” out there in Atlanta’s Mercedes Dome last night. A team now slated, now all but SIGNED, SEALED, and DELIVERED the eventual “Chrystal Football” signifying 2020’s CFB Nat’l Championship, WHY exactly? (“Oh yeah! BIG TIME TV MONEY ON THE TABLE, and all the COMMERCE YET TO BE DONE AS A RESULT!!!”), inevitably THEN to be crowned
“CHAMPION OF THE COVID YEAR”, nor can WE do anything for the moment but, well, MINIMIZE the pain of once MORE having to “conveniently IGNORE” knowing we might otherwise have been the ONE squad OURSELVES that MIGHT HAVE had a SHOT at being chosen OVER Notre Dame and then BEATEN any of the others in this otherwise seemingly PARTICULARLY unworthy CFB Playoff INSTEAD—had we NOT lost to LSU (a loss that Dan Mullen somehow finally, belatedly expressed and adequately unloaded on our behalf all our latent pent-up grief by-the-way, and until that moment what HAD been “INADEQUATELY-expressed LOSS” was finally put “PAID” in Mullen’s postgame presser, with strangely JUST ENOUGH ROOM to somehow say the UNsayable:
In a season too short and small to hold all this pain, grief, worry and disappointment (and we are NOT just talking FOOTBALL here, either, let’s face it—though I PRAY to GOD that it will NOT ultimately require HIS “intervention” here ANY MORE than it has already DONE).
My GOD, what a strange season—and NOT just football!
If you listened/watched Coach Mullen’s postgame presser, paid close heed to the subtleties inherent in comments by Trask and others, you’d take from it ALL, as I did, that where his players are frustrated at not being able to themselves further address the imperfections of THIS year’s campaign, our COACH KNOWS what he intends and what he is doing:
HE at least has a plan, is not “satisfied” (no way, no HOW—in NO WAY, SHAPE or FORM!), and fully, confidently intends, and has this program on TRACK towards, the kind of unique-each-season “realization of common purpose”—a COMING TOGETHER that produces a true “TEAM” that cares for and supports each other on the field and in the locker room.
THIS is why the future appears so bright...and it is its very EMOTIONAL POWER and IMPORTANCE that makes the College Game so great—and why we love it.
So it is right and good that we acknowledge and address that here.
I had already been mulling all of this over as I watched the various press conferences and read the various follow-up columns reacting to this last weekend’s games; OUR game in particular; I was working up to starting and eventually posting THIS Thread as promised, when I came upon a particular column under the weekly heading/site “The Ringer”, by Roger Sherman (the latest one, dated 12/20/20):
I THINK I just had my most basic underlying “secret and TRUE VIEW” perfectly and honestly expressed!:
It is the CHAOS that is always lurking around inherently somehow WITHIN College Football that attracts us hardcore fans—those of us who have finally come to reject the “logical status quo” of the pro game that occupies and sustains the interest of most “mature” fans out there...At a certain point we (relative) few have rejected the mercenary “you break it/you BOUGHT it!” emotional contract at the heart of the pro game. After a while, that all just wears so thin: They don’t “play for us”. Whatever we might ONCE have had in common, whatever might ONCE have BEEN shared is no longer.
No, it is only in the impossible necessity of PERFECTION, in pursuit of some FORMER SHARED AFFILIATION, THAT CONTINUES TO INSPIRE US. ALL of us. TOGETHER, AS A TEAM: Graduates of our mutual once-HOME, and part of a fine, even BELOVED PAST that continues to draw and hold us close, onward throughout our lives! For a player to want, NEED to bust PAST THAT NEXT TACKLER, or even just a front-seated fan who suddenly readies himself, YEARNS to burst out of his seat, leap onto the field and for a brief instant wonderfully, HORRIBLY almost leaps out ONTO the field and tackle the opponent’s star RB as HE is about to streak by and bust free...He doesn’t: It hardly ever happens, in all of history—but it is a wonder that is so, when you think about it.
We all care that MUCH though, don’t you see? I don’t know if that is a testament to our love of Chaos or our ultimate respect for order—or at least for the young warriors who go out there and battle on our behalf.
We wanna win the game—but ultimately there’s a right and a wrong way to see it done (and I can think of some folks who could take this simple, yet fundamental “rule” to HEART...No “President”, for example, can mindlessly rip the shoe from the runner’s foot as he tackles him, then, upon standing to find the cleat in his hand, shrug and chuck it down the field FOR ALL TO SEE—expect officials who see it NOT immediately throw a flag on a play that OTHERWISE CRUCIALLY (once AGAIN) was about to hand us the ball back!...This all gets confusing, you see—but there are consequences to our not showing self-control (or at least there SHOULD BE).
Now, I don’t KNOW if (deserving or NOT) the GATOR Team that just gave that Alabama squad currently, widely accepted as FAR AND AWAY “the best college football Team-in-the-land BY FAR, its toughest competition in at LEAST a year “all it WANTED AND MORE” out there in Atlanta’s Mercedes Dome last night. A team now slated, now all but SIGNED, SEALED, and DELIVERED the eventual “Chrystal Football” signifying 2020’s CFB Nat’l Championship, WHY exactly? (“Oh yeah! BIG TIME TV MONEY ON THE TABLE, and all the COMMERCE YET TO BE DONE AS A RESULT!!!”), inevitably THEN to be crowned
“CHAMPION OF THE COVID YEAR”, nor can WE do anything for the moment but, well, MINIMIZE the pain of once MORE having to “conveniently IGNORE” knowing we might otherwise have been the ONE squad OURSELVES that MIGHT HAVE had a SHOT at being chosen OVER Notre Dame and then BEATEN any of the others in this otherwise seemingly PARTICULARLY unworthy CFB Playoff INSTEAD—had we NOT lost to LSU (a loss that Dan Mullen somehow finally, belatedly expressed and adequately unloaded on our behalf all our latent pent-up grief by-the-way, and until that moment what HAD been “INADEQUATELY-expressed LOSS” was finally put “PAID” in Mullen’s postgame presser, with strangely JUST ENOUGH ROOM to somehow say the UNsayable:
In a season too short and small to hold all this pain, grief, worry and disappointment (and we are NOT just talking FOOTBALL here, either, let’s face it—though I PRAY to GOD that it will NOT ultimately require HIS “intervention” here ANY MORE than it has already DONE).
My GOD, what a strange season—and NOT just football!