With all the examples of poor sportmanship among fans and players in college football that is being seen in person and on your TV at home, the question has to be asked. Where did all this classless behavior come from? I don’t think it came from the older generation but somewhere and somehow, the ball was dropped with teaching the younger generation what class is and why it is important. Since I don’t know how this come about, I’ll just blame Hillary Clinton for it.
I strongly believe that it is up to the adults and especially parents to set an example to our children. It is really important for us Daddys to audit ourselves because there are little ones who are watching very closely and taking mental notes. I notice this all the time with my 3 year old and 5 year old. They have memorized the phrases I normally use when I’m upset about something which results with me getting into trouble with the better half.
Just recently I found a post from a sports forum that someone reposted and I can’t thank that person enough. It is the most moving story I have read in sometime and was written by an older Ole Miss fan just before the 2005 Bama-Ole Miss game. It kind of flips the coin of my rant and portrays how positive and classy behavior has lasting results too. Here it is. Enjoy!
There is only one other team in the country that I can truly pull for and really feel it! That is Alabama. It will be like that except for Saturday. And I truly mean that! I know it’s said very often by many, but Alabama is the only team, other than Ole Miss, that I can watch and can truly pull for. And the truth be known, I am certain that there are a number of other Rebels who think the same way!
I am a die-hard Rebel, grew up going to every SEC venue from the time I was old enough to walk. I love tradition, I love class, and I got to tell you, I love Alabama. And, it is hard for me to understand why true Ole Miss fans don’t feel the same way.
It all started with the first time I saw the Bear and really knew who he was. Ironically, it was against Mississippi State on one of those old doubleheader days (Ole Miss-LSU, State/Alabama) . I was seven years old, but I already had a great love for the game. I would always leave my parents who were tailgating and get into the stadiums about 21/2 hours early, before the gates opened. Back then there was always someone who would let a kid in early. I would go to the North Side of Memorial Stadium in Jackson where the visiting team would go into the locker room. It was a very narrow entrance way that was only accessible through the field. So the players would get off the bus, walk the field, and then walk through that single narrow entrance to the dressing room. I would sit just above it and wait. All by myself. I learned at an early age that a wide-eyed boy keeping his mouth shut sitting all by himself while admiring his heroes could not be turned down. All real men are suckers for the little boy caught up in his dreams. (Like the old mean Joe Greene coke commercial).
And then they came. All I heard were the sirens at first, and then the buses ( and were there buses) The Alabama team got out. I bet there were 100, at least. One by one, quietly, calmly, in those crimson sports coats and ties. They quietly walked around the field. Not a word was said. And then he came. By himself. (no need for security at this point). He walked to the goalpost and watched (while smoking a cigarette.) And then he started walking toward the locker room entrance, right toward me.) I guess it was about as close to feeling God and judgment day as a human being could get. I really wanted to run and hide but I was frozen. As he was walking in the portal, I was hoping he would not notice me, unlike my encounters with players and asking for chin straps… . As he got just a few feet from the entrance, he slowed down, looked up with a smile and winked at me. Man, I was hooked! How perfect! If he would have said anything he would have blown the mystique. There was no need to speak. He did it just right. He encouraged a little kid, he taught a little kid, and he left a remarkable image of what true class and greatness is. To me Alabama was and is the very embodiment of greatness and class. Quietly come in, quietly kick your behind, and quietly leave. And what a great impression that leaves!
Here is my purpose in writing this. My 11 year old son has read all there is to read and study about the Bear and Alabama. He will be there Saturday. I have been walking around all week humming the fight song under my breath and so has he. He loves his Rebels and so do I, but I recognize greatness, and so does he, even at this age. I would like for him to grow up experiencing what it is to pull for a team in a national championship game and really feel the joy of a win. Chances are he won’t have many, if any, opportunities with his Rebels. But Alabama, that’s a different story. I don’t mind him pulling for Alabama. I am trying to encourage it. Please try to remember when you come to Oxford this weekend that there are some older Rebels who are trying to pass on an appreciation for true class and greatness to younger Rebels. It sets a standard!
So, quietly come in, quietly kick our behinds, have a great stay, then smile, wink, and quietly leave. Ya’ll are the ones who must continue to live up to that great standard that was set! Be glad you have it. I want my son to see a living example of it! Maybe we will get it back one day in Oxford with our football team. We have it in a number of other ways. You must admit it! A kid can dream can’t he? Even if he is an older kid!