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7. displeased.

I’ve started writing this post almost daily since the press conference last week when Ohio State announced Jim Tressel had committed an NCAA major infraction by failing to report that a couple of his players might have sold memorabilia to a tattoo shop owner.

I’ve started and stopped so many times because I was waiting to see if my feelings from Monday, when Yahoo’s report surfaced, and Tuesday, when Ohio State botched the news conference announcing the violation, had tempered at all.

They haven’t. I’m angry.

I was angry before, when the university’s AD and its head football coach said they hadn’t done a good enough job educating the players about NCAA rules; the direct result was the players selling rings, jerseys, shoes and trophies to tattoo guy and receiving five-game suspensions as a result.

But that was nothing compared to Tressel’s inaction after he received tips that his players were selling the stuff. He knew in April; he didn’t say anything until after the Sugar Bowl, even though his contract says specifically that he must report possible violations.

In failing to do so, he committed a pretty serious one himself: NCAA Bylaw 10.1, unethical conduct. Classified as a major violation.

Ohio State spends a lot of time talking with the NCAA. In the last decade its athletics department has self-reported more secondary violations than any other program in the country. Supporters say that’s the sign of an honest program; cynics call it sanctioned cheating.

I’m not sure what I would call it.

But the football program has steered clear of serious problems, ones that are a direct result of misconduct on the part of the people who run the team. Until this week, I’ve been able to look a doubter in the eye and say that after Maurice Clarett, Troy Smith and even the tattoo thing that the NCAA has looked — and looked hard — and come up with nothing to tarnish the program.

Thanks to the inaction — or was it the action? — of the head coach, I can’t say that any longer.

Tressel said on Tuesday night he didn’t do anything about those emails because he was afraid of disrupting a federal drug investigation. Was he also afraid of jeopardizing what he had to know was a certain Top-5 preseason ranking? Was he also concerned about the possibility of losing the big September non-conference game for the third year in a row?

I wish I could say I didn’t have those doubts. But now I do.

I would be feeling a little better now if the news conference Tuesday had been handled differently. The last time an Ohio State coach was involved with a major violation, Ohio State fired head basketball coach Jim O’Brien so quickly that it got into trouble for breaching O’Brien’s contract.

Tressel could have been fired for this; termination is one possible outcome for committing a major violation, according to his contract. But both AD Gene Smith and President Gordon Gee not only made it clear that firing Tressel wasn’t an option, but they seemed to fall all over themselves to downplay the actions of the guy who got them in trouble. I love President Gee, but that news conference is not the right time to joke about the football coach firing the head of the university.

But as off-putting as that was, there was one thing that was worse. Tressel said he had to do better. He said he was aware that he had let some people down.

He never said he was sorry.

Coach, I’m one of the people you’ve let down. In the last decade I have been proud of my football team, both in terms of its performance on the field and with a few exceptions off it as well. Every time I hear a hater talk about Cheaty McSweatervest, I step up and defend what you’ve accomplished. I have been able to hold my head high, because my team has avoided the clouds that follow so many other college football programs.

And I can’t do that any longer.

I’ll still be there next fall, making the drive from Pittsburgh to Columbus for every home game. I’ll be in the stadium for the two games you have to miss. I’ll be there if the NCAA adds games to your suspension, or if it puts the program on probation. I’ll be there through the games that the starting quarterback, running back, wide receiver and left tackle have to miss because they didn’t know the rules.

I’m still going to be a fan, coach, even though it’s going to feel a little different. Until this week, I thought, perhaps naively, I believed I was cheering for something special. Now it’s going to feel like I’m cheering for just another college football program.

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5. sssssssss.

I’ve been trying to write up a pot about Jim Treel and Ohio tate’ elf-impoed penaltie for mot of the evening, but the goddamn S key on the netbook keep ticking. I’m full of jambalaya and beer, and I think I’m going to get ome leep intead.

Ye, I’m eriou.

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crisis.

I’m probably past the point where I would logically expect to have a midlife crisis or some other sort of existential hassles. And as I’m generally a content kind of guy, that stuff really isn’t my style anyway.

Unless, apparently, we’re talking about football.

I was strolling through the Mall at Robinson this afternoon and I was struck with a question:

Why am I making myself miserable every single football season when I could be enjoying myself?

Here’s what prompted the question. Every store in the mall has Steelers stuff up in their windows. Everyone is wearing football gear. Everyone is talking about Sunday’s game. I have a well-worn Newsbreak shtick where I gripe about the endless Steeler stuff, but if I were a fan, I would have jumped in with both feet a long time ago.

I was a huge NFL football fan until 1995. I went with some great seasons — albeit some with hugely frustrating endings — with my Cleveland Browns until that point.

And then my team was stolen, with the blessings of the league. And even since the team came back, I’ve been largely absent from NFL fandom. In the four years I went without the Browns, I learned to live without Sunday football; since the team rejoined the league, I’ve had precious few reasons to get excited about anything they’ve done. And in a league that is built to make sure all its teams have a shot at being competitive, the only reason I can find for a decade of embarrassing, barely professional football in Cleveland is complete and total incompetence, from the owner on down.

And I’m tired of it.

Still, as I’ve lived in Pittsburgh area for that entire decade, that question has never popped into my head. I’ve had people ask me why I’m not a fan of  the local team; I have plenty of friends here who aren’t natives but have had no trouble assimilating.

So what’s my deal? Am I admirably loyal? Or am I just an idiot?

For the past two years, a native friend of mine who is as frustrated by the Pirates as I am by the Browns has offered me a trade: He’ll dump the Pirates in favor of the Cleveland Indians fan if I make the reverse switch in the fall. I’ve never taken him up on his offer, but on the ride back home from Robinson this afternoon, I started thinking about the possibility.

In theory, it would be easy. I already know more about the Steelers day-to-day than I do about the Browns and I don’t think I would have too much trouble finding gear I would like — I look good in black and I already own two terrible towels.

Having said that, I’m not even sure it would be possible. I’m talking about a team that I’ve hated for years; along with my feelings for pro football in general, that’s kind of faded towards indifference recently, but it still could be tough to try to flip a switch and change my allegiance. It might even be impossible.

But you guys know me — I’m all for fun, and if I had already found a different approach to Sunday football, I’d be having a lot more fun than I am now.

So, I’m curious to hear what y’all think about this one. Am I a horrible person for even letting this cross my mind? Or am I moron for trying to hang on to something well past the point that any sane person could be expected to do so?

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back in the saddle bullets.

Since the last time:

  • Ohio State finally killed the SEC curse. The rest of the conference? Not so much.
  • With a win against a suddenly hot Penn State team on Saturday, Ohio State’s basketball team will likely take over the No. 1 spot in the polls. That’s not a huge deal in basketball, but it’s still pretty cool.
  • I have worked. A bunch.
  • I have a new blogging home. Don’t worry — I’m not leaving Uncle Crappy behind, but I’m pretty excited about the opportunity. And I’ll tell you about it in a day or two.
  • Because we’re hosting my parents this weekend, and I’m not spending a whole lot of time with the internets. We celebrated Christmas Eve Thursday — crabcakes and filets — Christmas this morning — presents and a pancake breakfast — and Mom’s birthday tonight.
  • Which meant we had dinner at Point Brugge. Two words:  Carbonnade Flamande. Two more words: Holy shit.
  • While we were putzing around Walnut Street this afternoon, Mrs. Crappy snuck in Prantl’s and picked up some birthday dessert — a bunch of little cupcake things that we stuck candles in and served in the place of cake.
  • The candles meant Mom just turned 14.
  • And then we thumped Mom and Dad playing Trivial Pursuit.
  • OK, maybe “thumped” isn’t the right word, but we’re on a two-game win streak here.
  • Miles is not happy about having visitors.
  • I’m waiting on the Grandhog to send me the proclamation so we can get this Groundhog thing rolling.
  • Keeping up with my folks is hard. I think I am going to bed.
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    78. solved?

    A bunch of boneheads — from Ohio State’s athletics director, to its head football coach, down to four of its best offensive players — may have just made my decision about hockey versus football a little easier. The details are here.

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