Wednesday, January 04, 2006

BCS: Stands for Bullshit Corporate System

*For thoughts on this year's (2006-07) BCS scandal, read my post, BCS Mess: Three Arguments Keeping the Bullshit Corporate System in Place*

Did anyone else notice that there weren't any college football bowl games on New Year's Day this year? Was anyone else annoyed by this?

Did anyone else feel betrayed? Confused by the sudden way in which an annual tradition had been removed and annihilated? A sacred ritual has been sabotaged and I have not heard a single cry of blasphemy. Nevertheless, I find it hard to believe there are not others like myself, who were thrown out of sync, our cycles disrupted -- unable to find a sure footing to stand on during those dawning hours of 2006. After all, what were we supposed to do, watch the NFL? (My suspicion, by the way, is that since New Year's fell on a Sunday, the college football games were rearranged: 1) to avoid television contract disputes and conflicts with the network scheduling of those NFL games, and 2) to prolong, even further, the length of the college bowl season, which used to take place on a single day and now stretches on for nearly two weeks. Which is to say: $$$$$$$$!)

To make things clear, there were several bowl games played on Monday, the day after New Year's. There were also several bowl games played in the week leading up to New Year's, and there have been several games played since Monday, the day-after New Year's. Indeed, there have been an excess of bowl games. Pointless, poorly officiated, not very well-executed bowl games. Did anyone see the MasterCard Alamo Bowl (Michigan vs. Nebraska) or the Outback Steakhouse Bowl (Florida vs. Iowa), both of which were ruined by bad calls and non-calls by the officials? Did anyone really expect #5 Oregon, which had been shafted by the BCS in favor of lower-ranked Notre Dame (which brings in a much larger TV audience), to show up excited to play #23 Oklahoma in the Pacific Life Holiday Bowl on December 29, a Thursday night? Is it any wonder that the only non-BCS match-up that seemed genuinely interesting -- LSU vs. Miami in the Chick-fil-A Peach Bowl -- was a complete blowout? What a waste...

Now that the BCS has -- for the first time, in its eighth year -- finally arrived at the dream match-up (that it has been promising all along) between an unambiguous #1 and an unambiguous #2, all the other bowl games have been rendered superfluous. Great match-up between Notre Dame and Ohio State in that Tostitos Fiesta Bowl, eh? So what. Joe Paterno and Bobby Bowden, tête-à-tête in the Fed-Ex Orange Bowl! Big deal. With USC and Texas in the Rose Bowl Game Presented by Citi, we have at last arrived at the Perfect Bowl Game, a contest of titans that leaves all other college football games in the dark of its long, mighty shadow. Even if the game does live up to its billing (and I've been predicting a rout for months), that would simply make the other bowl games -- including the other BCS bowls -- seem even more meaningless.

I've always been of the mind that we either need to stick with the old bowl system, with its traditional conference match-ups, or go all the way to a real tournament setting -- which means at least eight teams. This in-between stuff is stupid. College football was more fun when there was an end-of-season controversy anyway. Now that things are all set to be settled, fair and square, ESPN has become so desperate for something to hypothesize about, it has been running an idiotic poll to determine whether USC is really the greatest football team of all time and how does USC compare to the other great teams of the past ten or so years (all the other contenders for 'greatest of all time,' apparently, are teams from recent memory -- Nebraska '95, Miami '01, and so forth). Woody Hayes and Bear Bryant, I'm sure, are rolling in their graves.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Where Did All the Carols Go: Christmastime Nostalgia for World War II

Two weeks ago, I happened to catch one of those inane human-interest stories they run at the end of the evening world news to distract you from how terrible everything is. New Orleans is crumbling, soldiers are dying in Iraq, and this reporter wants to know why it's been so long since anyone has written a classic holiday song! "White Christmas," "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," "The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)," "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer." All the real classics seem to have been written in the 1940s and '50s. By way of explanation, the reporter offered a brief, three-minute profile of one of the men who co-wrote "Silver Bells," chronicling his heartwarming quest to write one more hit carol before he dies. The profile's only attempt to address why so many Yuletide hits were written during a ten- to fifteen-year period that began halfway through World War II was in its conclusion: times have changed, music now is sold by the album, not the song.

How insightful! I should clarify that many of the most enduring Christmas songs -- "Jingle Bells," "Silent Night," "Away in a Manger" -- were written in the 19th century. I should also point out that the success of the American popular song hasn't exactly been replaced by the triumph of the long-playing pop album. The ascendance of the LP format in the 1960s and '70s may well have had something to do with the lack of hit Christmas songs written during this period. More likely, it was the fact that Americans were no longer interested in buying the image these songs were selling. The post-War industrial boom had long since busted and people seemed to have less money and opportunities to make their spirits bright. By the time I was growing up in the '80s and '90s, for instance, more Americans seemed to connect with the sentiment of a song like "Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer" than "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas."

That said, there is something truly persistent about those WWII and post-War carols. Not only are they still played on the radio, performed by contemporary musicians, and regularly featured on televised holiday specials, echoes of them can be heard in holiday advertising jingles, which are often written in a vaguely swing-music style to evoke the spirit of the WWII era. This is the same reason why people like Harry Connick, Jr. and Brian Setzer, whose performance styles are rooted in big band swing, make such a killing with Christmas-themed albums.

In any case, the point is that a lot of people still feel really tender for a time when it seemed like Christmas was more ideal and perfect. Yet this ideal may prove elusive. When it became a hit in 1942, "White Christmas" was already rife with nostalgic longing for a Christmas "just like the ones we used to know." It was the perfect piece of wartime propaganda, an emotional locus that would satisfy the need for Americans both home and abroad to believe in what they were fighting for. Nine years later, when "Silver Bells" became a hit in 1951, citizens were reminded that the fight was not over; that the post-War era would demand a new imperative: "city sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style." Thus "Silver Bells" is a celebration of red and green lights, Christmas time in the city, and most of all -- shopping.

Over the years, a lot of people have really believed in Christmas as a season of unambiguous joy, forgiveness, and generosity. I guess plenty of them still do. But the lack of a recent carol to articulate the terms of a new Christmas utopia suggests that -- for the foreseeable future, at least -- Christmas will remain the imperfect, corporate-funded adoration of commerce and American-Christianity that it is now. A shaky house of cards built on the crumbling foundation of an ailing ideal.

Check it out: NPR takes on this same story, with all the pointlessness of the evening news.

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