Ambivalent Angst Over College Football’s De Jure Inequality
Like many, I am profoundly excited for tomorrow—the first Saturday of college football season. I’m excited to watch my favorite team and daydream about the possibility of a BCS bowl game, to trash-talk with other fans, to order stadium food when I make it out to games, and to order pizza when I watch from home. I’m excited to be entertained by the playful senility of Lee Corso as he picks winners and dons mascot headgear. I’m excited to hear the percussion sections of the marching bands. With a hand at my heart and dewy eyes, I echo the sentiment that this is America’s great blood sport, our answer to the Roman gladiators, glorious in a primal and tribal way.