Re: Truth behind the godlings

[Guest guest]

>

> " Everyone worships the athlete at college. They get all the money for

the

> programs, get passes on grades, get all the girls and mostly just

have an easy

> time of it. "

When I was at University of Illinois, which was a Big 10 school, it was

like this. The football players would just walk to the front of the

lunch line, they all sported gold chains given to them, as well as

other gifts, and threw their weight around all over campus, having the

cockiest of attitudes. There was talk of their getting passing grades

and that they would take classes given by certain teachers because

these teachers would pass them.

[Guest guest]

>

> " When I was at Northern Illinois University, the basketbnall team

> lived on my QUIET LIFESTYULE FLOOR. Quiet Lifestyle meant that you

> could only blast music and make noise on Friday's and Saturdays

> between 8:00 and 12:00 PM. "

You had a Quiet Lifestyle Floor? Wow. I never heard of that. Can you

believe I lived on what was deemed to be the loudest floor on a

campus of 40,000 students? And of course I was the only one with 8:00

classes.

Why would the basketball team live on a floor like that?

Administration hoping that they would study and obtain their grades

honestly?

I wouldn't have believed a Quiet Lifestyle Floor could really work.

I'm sure that there's no quiet anything in the U.S. anymore. Even

libraries are not quiet anymore. The idea of whispering in a library

is lost.

Never thought I'd look forward to getting old and losing my hearing.

>

[Guest guest]

Interesting that so many of us have these kinds of stories. My personal worst is the time in high school when we went to this cruddy little parade in Orange Virginia. It was the dead of winter and there was literally a foot of snow on the ground and it was below freezing. We were supposed to have had the good motor coach bus, but the jocks demanded it even though they were traveling only about 1/3 the distance we were. So, we were stuck on a regular old yellow school bus with no heat and many of the windows won't close. It was about an hour and a half, maybe more to Orange, followed by standing around outside for another hour or more to march in a 1/4 mile parade route. They it was back on the bus for another hour and a half back to school. All this mind you in the freezing cold wearing summer weight uniforms. I had the beginning stages of frostbite from my toes to knee and to a lesser degree in the hands to my elbows. Walking around the room barefoot felt like I was still wearing several pairs of socks and the skin had this yellow, waxy color to it. I cranked up the heat in the room and got under the covers until I warmed up. The skin in my hands still turns colors in the cold and they are very sensitive to the cold. My time in the band taught me to hate not only jocks but parades too.

My point with the article I posted was to show how corrupt the college sports are. Teams pay to play against weak teams they know they will probably beat to boost their standings and the status of their jocks. If the system were honest, that wouldn't happen. They would play whoever they were up against in their division and that would be that. It would be like a heavyweight boxer paying to fight a low ranked middleweight. But in a case like that, the heavyweight would be booed and shunned for beating up someone he far outclassed. Then again, that would be obvious just from looking at the two boxers. I guess the college jocks get away with it because team quality isn't always that readily obvious.

[Guest guest]

Interesting that so many of us have these kinds of stories. My personal worst is the time in high school when we went to this cruddy little parade in Orange Virginia. It was the dead of winter and there was literally a foot of snow on the ground and it was below freezing. We were supposed to have had the good motor coach bus, but the jocks demanded it even though they were traveling only about 1/3 the distance we were. So, we were stuck on a regular old yellow school bus with no heat and many of the windows won't close. It was about an hour and a half, maybe more to Orange, followed by standing around outside for another hour or more to march in a 1/4 mile parade route. They it was back on the bus for another hour and a half back to school. All this mind you in the freezing cold wearing summer weight uniforms. I had the beginning stages of frostbite from my toes to knee and to a lesser degree in the hands to my elbows. Walking around the room barefoot felt like I was still wearing several pairs of socks and the skin had this yellow, waxy color to it. I cranked up the heat in the room and got under the covers until I warmed up. The skin in my hands still turns colors in the cold and they are very sensitive to the cold. My time in the band taught me to hate not only jocks but parades too.

My point with the article I posted was to show how corrupt the college sports are. Teams pay to play against weak teams they know they will probably beat to boost their standings and the status of their jocks. If the system were honest, that wouldn't happen. They would play whoever they were up against in their division and that would be that. It would be like a heavyweight boxer paying to fight a low ranked middleweight. But in a case like that, the heavyweight would be booed and shunned for beating up someone he far outclassed. Then again, that would be obvious just from looking at the two boxers. I guess the college jocks get away with it because team quality isn't always that readily obvious.