This book depressed me. This was not the author's intent, or his fault, actually. He is a talented writer who writes a story that is meant to be uplifting at it's core, about things that unite us as people.
The author's thesis is that Big Ten football, and college football in general, is in jeopardy. This is not news. The continued conceit of 'student-athletes' not being compensated while billions of dollars flow through the sport, and their coaches make 7 and now, incredibly, almost 8 figures would be ridiculous to any impartial observer- and that is before you include the increasingly disturbing news about long term health effects. What I found interesting in this book was the shift in how athletic departments are being run. The change to a profit-making corporate model from the traditional model of keeping the lights on has driven record profits in large schools. This has some positive effects, the most noticeable of which are bigger and better facilities. Setting aside the arms race this creates, the increased revenue has to be spent somewhere; these are non-profits after all. You can guess where it goes- and I'll give you a hint- it's not to endow academic scholarships. The result is a massive organization, Ponzi-esque in it's need to keep growing to not collapse under it's own weight. (The specific case in this book is Michigan, but this is obviously happening across the spectrum of large football schools).
But even that did not depress me (on some level I knew it was bad). What depressed me is that thing, this thing we know is bad, that actively harms the young men who produce it, that costs us tremendous amount of money to enrich a select few- this, somehow, infuriatingly, is the particular thing that unites us. And I am a willing, participating, paying part of that 'us.' And that I seem to have no agency over my own connection.
The author makes the point that college football bypasses our intellect and speaks to something tribal in us. He's not wrong, but I don't know why. When compared with professional football, this makes total sense. For those of us who attended a school, we lived and breathed that air, those crisp fall days when football was meant to be played. We woke and watched the polls, the BCS standings, the playoff lists as college football evolved and we lived and died with every down in the stadium. Pro teams, despite their clear advantage in skill and execution, and even with the most die hard fans, just do not have that (or the raw numbers in the stadiums, actually). I wish he was wrong; I wish it wasn't so ingrained. I wish the actions of 19 years olds I never met wouldn't ruin my day. But they do.
I lived on the West Coast for a few years, and I kind of broke myself of what I considered an unhealthy football habit (caring about college football). It's at best a borderline emotionally abusive relationship. There were game watches, and the alumni group there is very tightly knit, but it was an easy decision to make between sitting inside for three plus hours and going outside on a perfect afternoon (or morning, in that time zone). But, as I have been back on the East Coast, this has crept back into my life, and my lack of agency depresses me. I hate being angry that my team will be outcoached every week, watching our QB regress game after game, and knowing that there is nothing I can do about it, that it's a silly sport and a silly thing to spend time and money on, and yet I do.
(As an aside, I hate to be exclusionary, but I'd like to address the people who claim they have 'been fans of school X' all of their lives. I'm convinced that if you did not attend, you simply do not feel the lows. Maybe they feel the highs, but, having known many of these people and watched them, the reaction to on field pain lacks the viscera of those who attended, somehow. It's just not the same. I will not stoop to denigrating you as 'Subway Alums' or 'Wal-Mart Wolverines' the way some schools' alumni do, but I will thank you to not talk to me about my team. You may be rational; I cannot be. Such is the way of things)
This is a well written book that anyone who cares about college football should read. It is a fair and even generous assessment of several programs, including Penn State's recovery from the worst sanctions the NCAA ever levied (and points out for the record that no NCAA violations were ever cited). The author loves college football more than he should. Just like the rest of us saps. (WE ARE...
Owen Gardner Finnegan