The year was 1989 and I distinctly remember not talking to my mother for a week. I was grounded and it was my holy day……..Saturday. I don’t know how or why but as a young 3rd grader I already had caught the disease that leads me to write this blog some 19 years later the love of football. College football had me like crack on the first hit for life. I was a junkie that loved Oklahoma, Colorado, Nebraska, Notre Dame and Miami with the same love a father penguin nestles his egg in the Antarctic winter. The reason for this deadly serious quiet game was because I was pissed off royally. I was grounded because of my conviction on a trumped up family misdemeanor, which meant TV was out of the question for at least a week. Therefore, communication was out of the question as well.
Back Then, Darien Hagan was my favorite player and Colorado, as is still the truth today, is my favorite team. Oklahoma was and still is a very close second. I only rooted for Nebraska because they were in the Big Eight conference(now the Big 12 for you youngins). While most kids could not wait for Saturday because of the early morning cartoons, I could not wait for Saturday because I was going to get a fix via CBS and ABC (no ESPN in the old days due to family budgeting “constraints”) in conjunction with the old CFA.
Football was all I gave a damn about; I would regularly throughout the week hold a press conference in order to commit to the school I thought deserved my services as a 7 year old dual threat qb/tb/wr/de/hard hitting safety. This was all real in my mind but hell I was only 7 so why not. I could recite members of all the current BCS conferences by memory and at this point knew nothing of the educational benefits that college provided…..lol. I just was a football nut. Through the years I left old flings and found new ones such as Washington, Michigan, FSU, Texas A&m, and Arkansas. What teams I liked really is not the topic, the topic here is that I found my drug at an early age. I recall crying when Kordell Stewart threw his magical bomb at the Big House to beat Michigan at the last second. I was then and still am very passionate about Buffs football did I mention that already? Me and my dad broke the couch celebrating after the 1990 Oklahoma-Nebraska game where Oklahoma blew out the Huskers at home behind the strength of my cousin Dewell Brewer at tailback. I have watched every national title game since 1990 mostly Orange bowls and Sugar bowls as I recall from my elephant like memory. I remember the Southwest conference and long forgotten independents such as penn state, South Carolina and Miami.
What I won’t forget is how much I love football and how much fun I have had through the years dissecting this tradition filled game. You can find me on Autumn Saturdays being the junkie I am. I’m sure in the future, I'll see a Football Bowl Subdivision, formerly Division 1-A, playoff with a true national champion instead of a mythical one. I’m sure ill see a three-time Heisman trophy winner. I’m sure ill see Notre dame join the Big Ten. I’m sure ill see my ass grow fat and fancy til the day I die watching college football from 10am until the late Pac-10 game nobody cares about because I'm a veteran even at age 26 and its what I was born to do ………..period
Crack head Clayborne
Crack head Clayborne