Put me in the 2%*

*unsubstantiated figure

Impetus: THE Ohio State third-string quarterback, Cardale Jones, decides to take some potshots at the NCAA on his way out, entering the upcoming NFL draft, reinforcing the notion that student athletes deserve to be paid.

I’m having a hard time deciding on what my favorite part of this article is; it’s either the irony of Cardale Jones’ tweet where even after three years of college he still can’t correctly use their/there/they’re:

Why shouldn’t a collegiate athlete be able to use their OWN likeness/brand to benefit themselves but yet the ‪@NCAA can sell there jerseys

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I’m rooting for Cam

The Denver Broncos versus the Carolina Panthers.

Who’d have guessed such a pairing for Super Bowl L?  Certainly not I, but then again, I haven’t really been paying that much attention to the NFL all season.

I’m more surprised by the fact that the Patriots didn’t mangle Peyton Manning again, and make it into the Super Bowl; I’d have bet money on them beating the Broncos by like 20 points, but it’s a good thing that I don’t bet on sports anymore, because I was still in Vegas when I could have.

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Disaster averted

Thanks to Alabama, the nightmare possibility of Clemson becoming national champions has been thwarted.  God, how miserable would the college football scene have become if Clemson were the reigning champions?

But in all seriousness, that was among one of the more exciting games that I’ve watched.  Although I was hoping for Alabama to roll Clemson like they rolled Michigan State, and just about everyone else in front of them en route to the playoffs, when the day is over, I’m simply glad that they won.  I’m not really an Alabama fan by any stretch of the imagination, especially since they’ve had their way with Virginia Tech in more recent history, but as a Tech fan, I loathe Clemson and their own successes against my team.  So when push comes to shove, I was decidedly rooting for Alabama last night, and pleased to have witnessed them emerge victorious against an extremely competent Clemson squad that could have just as easily won the game themselves.

Even if it means another year of hearing ROLL TIIIDE with heavy southern drawls.

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Happy trails, Frank

When Dadi Nicolas engulfed Tulsa’s quarterback with a monster sack on 4th down and the game on the line, to effectively seal the game, I threw my head back and let out the mother of exhaling sighs.  Absolutely nothing would have been more disheartening than seeing Frank Beamer go out on a loss, especially to a school that I had to check Wikipedia to verify whether it was a Division I or II program (D-I).

But a win is a win, and much to mine, and every Virginia Tech fan’s relief, Frank Beamer ends his legendary career, with a victory.  And just like that, the most illustrious chapter of Virginia Tech football comes to a close.

It was interesting watching Beamer on the sidelines throughout the fourth quarter of the Independence Bowl; at first, with the Hokies up fairly comfortably, there was a man watching with a deadpan look on his face, almost as if he were watching the clock tick down not just the seconds of the game, but his career.  When Tulsa scored a billion unanswered points to close the gap, the only change on Beamer’s face looked like an expression of “oh shit, here we go again,” with a small mix of “am I really going to go out like this?”  But even after Nicolas’ sack put the nail in the coffin, and the game all but sealed, was a man who was not excited, but more melancholy and almost even a little scared at the sinking reality that the ride was coming to an end.

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One more time!

One more time, for Sting Coach!

After an agonizingly painful game which saw the Hokies best UVA for the 12th consecutive time, Virginia Tech finishes the regular season at a sparkling 6-6, meaning that Virginia Tech has all but secured their place in one of the 40 Bowl games to be played around New Years.  This means Frank Beamer’s retirement is prolonged yet one more game, even after it’s already been announced that following Frank begins the audition* for Justin Fuente, now formerly of Memphis.

*I say “audition” due to the fact that in modern sports, contracts are irrelevant, and barring immediate and sustained success will henceforth be rephrased as “an era,” otherwise the coaches are vilified after their first negative season and immediately fired.

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According to wrestling logic, this is going to be an ugly finish

Honestly?  I thought Virginia Tech could’ve beaten North Carolina.  I know that North Carolina was ranked #17 going into the game and Tech was ranked somewhere between Pop Warner and Grambling State, but come on, it’s North Carolina; this wasn’t a basketball game, it was a football game.  And sure, UNC is known as the standard-bearer in bullshit student athlete ringers to field a football team, but still.

Either way, more often than naught I’m usually pretty plain when it comes to facing defeat in sports, but over the last few years, Tech games have climbed my ranks of “sports ball games that matter,” especially compared to my dwindling care of the Braves and my general lack of an NFL team to support.

The fact is, I was pretty disappointed in Tech’s overtime loss to North Carolina, mostly because of the magic comeback they put together to set up overtime in the first place, but naturally the main reason being that it was Frank Beamer’s last game in Blacksburg.

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Is it really victory?

Long story short: University of Missouri president Tim Wolfe resigns after protests over racism are joined by over 30 black members of the school’s football team.

I have a friend.  They are not a sports fan.  I am a sports fan.  This friend and I have had several discussions in the past about how unjust it is that typically, college athletic coaches make millions and millions of dollars in annual salary, whereas even the most tenured, credentialed and celebrated professors won’t even come close to making that kind of money.

Coaches scream at student-athletes, boss them around, institute rigorous physical training onto them, and more or less work for five, six months tops, out of the year.  Professors on the other hand, teach students information, skill, and try to train their brains, so that they can do things once leaving college that don’t involve trying to hit a ball, kick a ball, throw a ball, or move a ball ten yards at a time, as effectively as possible.  And they work vastly more months than six out of any given year.

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