The 2013 BCS National Championship. H. Brandt Ayers

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       The 2013 BCS Championship

      The Early History

      As 2012 drew to a close, football fans awaited their annual abundance of college bowl games. If any needed justification for settling on the couch for hour after hour of watching, they could take heart—the sport means more than they may realize.

      College football may be destined for an echo of the Reformation and the Thirty Years War as Protestant Alabama and Catholic Notre Dame compete for dominance. The next great battle between the two storied combatants was set for the 2013 BCS Championship on January 7, but the legacies of the two programs suggest prolonged warfare. Meanwhile, both keep an eye out for an evangelical insurgency on the distant horizon, where yet another pretender for national prominence rises from the foothills of Virginia: the Christian soldiers of Liberty University, which hopes not only to win a national title but the nation’s soul.

      All the expected sound and fury is to be taken seriously, because college football is not just a sport. It is America’s cultural dynamo, the only one of our organized sports that taps into the martial spirit and evokes the fervor of religious faith (elsewhere in the world, the equivalent is that other football, what we call soccer). Further, college football has been a fulcrum of social change in the U.S.; its schemes date back to Hannibal; and some of its themes are drawn from military history and Shakespeare’s tragedies.

      How did such a tangle of art, history, emotions and intellect become embedded in a single sport? It evolved from rugby and has undergone various improvisations and mutations. Its passion arises from many sources—more acutely felt in the South with its bitter memories of defeat, isolation and scorn—but wellsprings of passion flow from school spirit, the pain of defeat and joy of victory, the awe inspired by wit and will pushing, striving, faking to overwhelm or outdo a similarly endowed opponent. Its purpose is not to entertain, though it does; its purpose is to win—an elemental motivator in humankind. It is a passion so flexed and fed in some schools it reaches the point of collegiate jingoism. I will not name names.

      My first comprehension that there was an organized logic to the game came while sitting on a footstool before my Dad’s big red leather chair in the library. With the stub of an old copy pencil, which Dad, the late Col. Harry M. Ayers, used for polishing his Sunday editorials in the Anniston Star, he drew a diagram of the 22 players and explained what each did. Next in my arc of discovery was when I reached a certain age and was invited to accompany the grown-ups to the cathedral—a stadium whose very name was mythic: Legion Field—where heroic figures in crimson fought for the honor of school, state and posterity. It was a benchmark experience—a Protestant Bar Mitzvah. However, it was at a New England prep school, the Wooster School in Danbury, Connecticut, that I was taught the moral aspects of the game. We were not merely encouraged but required to work or join a sports team. I chose football. What we learned were certain truths of life: the value of giving and taking solid licks, cooperation, and teamwork; the democratic leveling of seniors and prefects with underclassmen; the reality that some have greater skills than your own; the satisfaction of striving to perfect one’s own talent; the idle cheapness of boasting; the discovery that defeat is possible and can be borne with dignity.

      During my college and early professional years, Dad and I attended many games together; he in a tan overcoat with the scent of pipe tobacco. These memories are part of the cluster of emotions that go deeper than fan loyalty, into the realm of patriotism. A final memory came after he had a stroke in 1964 and was confined to a convalescent hospital. He had not spoken for weeks when I visited him after attending a game at Legion Field. Leaning down, I took his warm hand and said, “Dad, we whipped the hell out of Georgia today.” He squeezed my hand.

      Emotions like these, personalized to the individual’s team and family, spiral like DNA through the nervous system of college football fans.

      By comparison, NCAA rules changes seem pretty mundane, and they are. One recent change moved the kickoff from the 30-yard line to the 35, to make touchbacks more frequent and runbacks more infrequent. So be it. Kickoff returns invite high-velocity collisions when injuries occur.

      Emphasis on safety in both college and NFL games is a rising concern but it isn’t new. In fact, the game was almost abolished in 1905 when 18 undergraduate players died from injuries. Harvard President Charles W. Eliot led a move to abolish the sport. The New York Times editorialized against “Two Curable Evils,” lynching and football. Eliot might have succeeded but for the fact that Teddy Roosevelt was in the White House. The “first fan,” our most muscular president, proclaimed the game “Bully!”

      Roosevelt convened a 1906 White House meeting with the presidents of the three big Ivy League universities—Harvard, Princeton and Yale—and Walter Camp, the leading figure in the game’s formative years.

      Camp was a formidable personage, a peer to the others in that White House meeting. He had done more than refine the grunts of rugby into a more elegant but still bone-breaking sport. His basic rules distinguishing football from rugby created a more fluid game of 11-member squads, seven linemen and four backs, on a lined field, with four tries to go ten yards or surrender the ball. Camp had played for Yale and was inducted into Skull and Bones, the secret network of elites. He became chairman of a watch manufacturing company, wrote hundreds of articles for national publications such as Harpers Weekly and Collier’s, advised the armed forces on physical fitness, and coached at Yale and later at Stanford.

      According to John J. Miller, author of the definitive The Great Scrum: How Teddy Roosevelt Saved Football, Roosevelt told the conferees: “Football is on trial. Because I believe in the game, I want to do all I can to save it.” He acknowledged that real and permanent changes had to be made. One resultant change СКАЧАТЬ