Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Stephen Curry, Bad Football and Tiaras
Now that the NBA Championships are over and the Golden State Warriors won (insert team chant here), there has been a lot of drama and sadness and other negative emotions for those who supported the Cavs. I was happy Stephen Curry and his team won. He looks like a nice person; like someone who loves his mother and helps the disadvantaged.
The year before I enrolled at Southwest Mississippi Community College in Summit, MS (Go Bears!) their football team was ranked #6 in the nation for junior college football; in the nation, not the state. That’s some pretty good football playing right there.
My Freshman year, their record was 0-9-1 and the one team we tied was Coahoma Community College, which at the time hadn’t actually ever won a game, possibly in the history of their school. The fans and team members were disappointed in the season and as a member of the marching band and Student Body President, I, too, was appropriately saddened. It wasn’t until my Sophomore year I found the upside to losing.
As most people know, the one game you want to win in the school year is Homecoming. It’s the most attended game of the season. In order to do well in front of your largest home crowd, you try to play the team with the worst record. Coming off our poor record, it began to dawn on me as the season progressed there was something special afoot; something magical involving tiaras and convertibles.
Football is not very interesting to watch; poorly played football even less so. As a dedicated trumpeter in the marching band, I attended all games and was thrilled to notice a trend of playing multiple schools at their Homecoming games and this meant seeing all the Homecoming Queens and their Courts. Royalty, sparkly dresses, pageantry; these were my kind of football games. Of course the Queen-related hullabaloo was interspersed with actual football which was fine because any time I wasn’t tooting my own horn (literally), I occupied myself by going to the concession stand for nachos and/or Frito Pie or talking to the dance team who loved them some Dusty, mostly because I was funny and overweight and therefore a consistent source of heat. These poor beautiful ladies were always cold in their tiny sequined bodysuits.
Our record improved to 2-8 the next year and I saw at least four Homecoming Queens including one who was over 6’ tall at Pearl River Community College. Oddly enough the two schools we beat were the worst team in the state (again, Coahoma) and also the State Champions (Gulf Coast). I’m unsure if Southwest has been better or worse in the intervening years. I admit I don’t follow football unless it’s the New Orleans Saints or Ole Miss and then only via Facebook posts.
So, take heart LeBron and all the other Cavs (are there other Cavs?), there is an upside to losing. For me it was momentary glamour in the boonies. For you it’s gazillions of dollars, so quit crying you big baby.
And that’s all I’m saying for now.