Corn_Fan
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Although I am sad to see our rivalry end I am truly glad for you guys to have landed on your feet in the Pac 10/12. I know some are questioning your move now that the Big XII is (supposedly) getting a better tv deal, but I know you guys always wanted to be in the Pac and you will be happy there. It is a good move for you and I look forward to watching you play the Pac 10/12 teams.
Again good luck and I am so damn glad to be rid of Texas. This letter was posted by a Penn State fan on a Penn State message board and I thought you all would get a kick out of it:
Dear Texas,
Thank you for declining any overtures by the BigTen to join its conference. Thank you for deciding that joining the BigTen wasn’t in your best interests. Because it wasn’t until recently that I, a fan of Penn State and the BigTen, only recently realized that your joining probably wasn’t in OUR best interests. You’ve got a great intercollegiate athletics program, that’s for sure. And your academics are certainly on par with the best public colleges in the country. You enjoy a large in-state population and a large and devoted fan base. Many conferences would line up to sign up the Longhorns. The Pac10 did and was willing to also take your unremarkable in-state siblings to secure your allegiance. The BigTen considered a lesser conference schedule for you to facilitate retaining your traditional rivalry games. You certain are the belle of the ball. But as is often the case, the belle of the ball - - the pretty girl who has the world at her feet - - is also a conniving, self-centered, high-maintenance bitch.
These are not the words of a jilted courter of your affections. These are the words of someone who has come to understand the meaning of the word conference. An organization of EQUALS with common interests and whose decisions are guided to benefitting the value of the conference brand over the individual member brand. Conference members work together and share equally that which is produced by the group. To you, a conference is merely a recurring set of athletics opponents that can be exploited to serve your interests over that of the collective group. Your interest in preserving the BigXII was hardly a heroic or magnanimous gesture to save those less prestigious programs that would suddenly find themselves without a home. No, your interests in saving the conference were to leverage your marquee value to grab an even larger slice of the conference revenue pie.
You are King of the BigXII conference and you sit in a higher, padded chair at the head of a long conference table while your subjects sit on foot stools at the far end. The BigTen conference table is a round table, with neither a head nor foot and all chairs are of equal height and comfort. You would have found it uncomfortable at our table even as you elbowed for more space or a better view. And we would have found your company unbearable once we saw past your fair looks. A sincere “thank you” is owed to you and a word of caution is offered. Don’t be surprised if one day, your subjects storm the castle with torches and barbeque spits - - as slaughtered Longhorn would make a fine feast.
Again good luck and I am so damn glad to be rid of Texas. This letter was posted by a Penn State fan on a Penn State message board and I thought you all would get a kick out of it:
Dear Texas,
Thank you for declining any overtures by the BigTen to join its conference. Thank you for deciding that joining the BigTen wasn’t in your best interests. Because it wasn’t until recently that I, a fan of Penn State and the BigTen, only recently realized that your joining probably wasn’t in OUR best interests. You’ve got a great intercollegiate athletics program, that’s for sure. And your academics are certainly on par with the best public colleges in the country. You enjoy a large in-state population and a large and devoted fan base. Many conferences would line up to sign up the Longhorns. The Pac10 did and was willing to also take your unremarkable in-state siblings to secure your allegiance. The BigTen considered a lesser conference schedule for you to facilitate retaining your traditional rivalry games. You certain are the belle of the ball. But as is often the case, the belle of the ball - - the pretty girl who has the world at her feet - - is also a conniving, self-centered, high-maintenance bitch.
These are not the words of a jilted courter of your affections. These are the words of someone who has come to understand the meaning of the word conference. An organization of EQUALS with common interests and whose decisions are guided to benefitting the value of the conference brand over the individual member brand. Conference members work together and share equally that which is produced by the group. To you, a conference is merely a recurring set of athletics opponents that can be exploited to serve your interests over that of the collective group. Your interest in preserving the BigXII was hardly a heroic or magnanimous gesture to save those less prestigious programs that would suddenly find themselves without a home. No, your interests in saving the conference were to leverage your marquee value to grab an even larger slice of the conference revenue pie.
You are King of the BigXII conference and you sit in a higher, padded chair at the head of a long conference table while your subjects sit on foot stools at the far end. The BigTen conference table is a round table, with neither a head nor foot and all chairs are of equal height and comfort. You would have found it uncomfortable at our table even as you elbowed for more space or a better view. And we would have found your company unbearable once we saw past your fair looks. A sincere “thank you” is owed to you and a word of caution is offered. Don’t be surprised if one day, your subjects storm the castle with torches and barbeque spits - - as slaughtered Longhorn would make a fine feast.