Today is the day. The only day all football season when I get to root for my alma mater in a game that actually matters to the annals of history for my school. It’s not televised anywhere I can see it, so I rely on the ESPN crawl and mobile alerts for updates.
This year, our game against Yale, is also the game that will determine the Ivy League champion. We’re both 6-0. I want a bowl!! Chuckle (ok, maybe not seriously).
I know some don’t care for sports, think there’s too much emphasis on it in the life of a college, think it’s a rough, meaningless physical activity.
I don’t see that in my life. I went to four (maybe five) football games during my college career (no snickering from the contingent that would have done the same given the school). I only knew one football player. That’s hardly “great emphasis” on football.
But, it does mean something to those who play it, and other sports. I found this essay by a kid who currently plays Harvard football and who’s also an opera singer. It’s about why he plays and why it matters to him.
Maybe someday I’ll sit down and write about why sports matter to me and why I think more should be done to encourage broader participation, but for now I’ll leave you to read the essay by Noah Van Niel.
Go Harvard!
This is why I worked in college athletics for 11 years: you meet students like this guy who are involved for the “right” reasons. Guys like this help you deal with the other ones on a daily basis.
WE WON!! 37-6!!!!!!!!!!!!!