Rah! Rah!

Rah! Rah! Its bowl time again! The sudden death end of the college football season that will crown champions and break hearts. The prognosticators will analyze and expound on their predictions as fevered as the traders on the Wall St. Stock Exchange floor. Afterward they will wax nostalgic about the greatness that could have been, but more than likely wasn’t. As we know by now, Bubbie always has an opinion and college athletics generally stirs him up. Lately, he says, he has noticed that a lot of the “professional athlete” (he rolls his eyes using that term) punk-ness and showboating has crept into the college ranks. Maybe it always has, but it’s taking away from the purity of what college sports are supposed to be all about. Sure, let’s celebrate a score, a touchdown, a field goal. But let’s stop acting out on every tackle; let’s stop dramatically pleading with the Ref on EVERY play that there should have been a penalty. Here’s an idea, hustle to the huddle, play each down to the best of your ability, when the whistle blows to end the play, hustle back to the huddle and mentally prepare to play the next play to the best of your ability. Let your actions do the talking and stop all the trash talking and the gyrating. You look like a damn fool and a cry baby. Football players should be tough. Carry yourself with class and decorum, and lest we’ve forgotten, be a good sport.