I promised I would keep my mouth shut until Saturday, so stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
In an ironic turn of events, the dominant story of Pitt-Penn State week has become Pitt’s self-imposed media blackout in preparation for an opponent already notorious for silence.
I told you stop me…
Pretty much how McQueary told Paterno…
Hey! I told you…
Okay, maybe I’ve made this a little too much about me. Maybe there are other Pitt fans who have made this a little too much about themselves. I shouldn’t be happy about what happened at Penn State. Nobody should. I apologize.
In that respect, I suppose I’m no better than the media who have made the Pitt-Penn State game a little too much about themselves.
I really don’t mind what Pitt has done, surprising and unconventional though it is. And even if I were still a member of that group, I wouldn’t give a damn.
But how will Pitt get any national exposure? This is a rare opportunity, and they blew it!
What, you mean like this?
Penn State and Pittsburgh both fired up to renew heated rivalry after being dormant for 16 years. https://t.co/ECjAmdg886
— USA TODAY Sports (@USATODAYsports) September 6, 2016
The Sept. 10 Pitt-PSU game will be nationally televised by ESPN at noon. Bob Wischusen, Brock Huard & Allison Williams have the call.
— Pitt Football (@Pitt_FB) September 4, 2016
Okay, so why can’t the players handle a few questions? Last time I checked, the game itself is a lot harder.
It’s a long season. They’re going to have plenty of chances to answer tough questions. I doubt the players will regret the lack of media scrums this week. This is one way in which athletes, even the most habitual creatures of habit among them, go with the flow.
Personally, my only regret is the noon kickoff. Despite my cynicism toward television networks’ overdoing of late-afternoon and/or prime-time college football, this is a game that, for obvious reasons, should have been better isolated. If anyone, blame ESPN for burying this game, not Pitt. Or perhaps better yet, blame Major League Baseball for scheduling a 7:00 Pirate game this Saturday night, of all nights.
But you just said it–the noon game isn’t enough. You want attention? Get the media to pay it. Nobody does that to a successful program that unconditionally embraces the attention.
I’m sorry, didn’t Notre Dame have to play a noon game at Heinz Field just a year ago? And again five years ago? Gee, I thought “nobody does that” to Our Lady.
But this could be the only time all year the national media would pay attention to Pitt. What does it gain by shooing them away?
How do you know that? Did Doc Brown tell you we’re finishing fourth in the Coastal?
I’m a big fan of ESPN’s 30 for 30 on the rise and fall of Miami Hurricanes football–the first one, in particular. There’s an apt quotation early in the film about the decrepit state of that program before the Eighties: “When you’re in a city [as opposed to a college ‘town’], you’d better win.”
If Pitt wins and rewrites the script (no pun intended) by continuing to win, the Panthers will have all the eyeballs they can handle.
No they won’t. Houston is a successful team in a city. It just beat Oklahoma. How many of those guys can you name?
They’re fairly new to the whole “hey, look at me” thing. So is Pitt. Have some patience.
Oh, and, friendly reminder: they’re in Texas. I’d wager they have just a teeny bit more intrastate competition than Pitt does:
The exact moment the Texas Longhorns returned to national prominence? pic.twitter.com/pvjLSXH0Cl
— ESPN (@espn) September 5, 2016
Fine, just don’t complain about a “lack of coverage” of your team next time.
Who’s to say I ever did? Don’t get me wrong, local media has too many PSU ties for my comfort–another conversation altogether–but that doesn’t affect my feelings about how Pitt is covered. Maybe this strategy won’t make Pat Narduzzi’s team play any better, but let’s stop pretending it’ll make them play worse.
I don’t want my friends in the media to think I don’t empathize. When I was one of them, I was raised on the same wholesome values of minimum wage and self-importance that made that industry–nay, America–great. (And we didn’t even need the stupid hats.)
During my time in “the business,” the Steelers and Penguins were classic cases of live and let live. The two entities that were, by far, the most paranoid about their respective images were the Pirates and Pitt. No matter who was truly at fault, I didn’t agree with that. As far as I was concerned, neither was in a position to complain about anything. This, however, is different.
In a sane world, Saturday’s game would be “just a game,” and Pitt could get away with treating it like any other. The events leading up to this game have made it not sane.
I respect Pitt’s awareness of the volatile political atmosphere surrounding this game, and under these mitigating circumstances, I respect Pitt’s desire to protect itself from itself. This is one instance in which the program and its administrators need to be forgiven, if not commended, for wanting their student-athletes to be more focused than usual–to be above the noise, and above any temptation to be part of it.
Next week, it can be business as usual on the South Side. Just not this week.
So, for those you who have acted like you own the narrative, please stop. The narrative will be there with or without you. The narrative will be written organically, on Saturday, by the players who decide this game. This game should not be all about you. It never was.
This game is about those up-and-coming Panthers finally getting a chance to walk the walk on something other than the recruiting trail. It is about those Nittany Lions, Pennsylvania’s self-proclaimed “unrivaled” team, actually getting to experience a real rivalry. It is about growing up a Pitt fan during all those years of verbal abuse from Penn State folks.
About how much Pitt sucked. About how “unimportant” and “irrelevant” we were relative to a team that was fortunate to finish with its own head barely above water. About how Penn State was so much “better” than us. About how Joe Paterno was so much better than us and our merry-go-round of coaches. About how some five-star linebacker could fart in a Baptist church in Bellefonte, and how Joe would know the instant it happened while he was calculating the light bill for the Lasch Building. About how, when their coach-is-king culture collapsed, horrifically, in their faces, they were noticeably dismissive of what else he knew.
I really don’t care that Penn State is honoring him next week, though I would encourage you to check out Paul Zeise’s spot-on deconstruction of their bullshit (I know because I’ve seen Pitt treat certain news the same way) in the Post-Gazette. It’s like watching Batman chase the Joker for pulling a bank job, then he catches him doing 60 in a school zone. It’s not so much the crime, it’s just the idea that nothing is sacred to some people who, sadly, will never change.
The best way to embarrass a team, plain and simple, is to beat it. This is about Pitt fans letting their team, the football gods willing, do their talking for them. Pitt fans would do well to remember that.
They would do just as well to forget the 9.5-point offseason line, which was a bit much. It said more about national faith in Narduzzi compared to James Franklin than anything it said about their respective teams. If it’s truth you’re after, coming off season openers that left a few things to be desired, there probably isn’t much separating these teams at all.
They’ve shown they can run. They’ve shown flashes of excellence on special teams. They’ve shown they need to tighten up their passing games. They’ve shown they can defend the pass, maybe even better than given credit for. Loyalty aside, I’m guardedly optimistic about Pitt’s chances, but whoever wins will likely have to out-ugly its opponent in a low-scoring game dominated by the defense–not unlike the last time these teams met.
This shouldn’t be about the media. This should be about reviving a grand spectacle of college football that died for the wrong reasons. I only wish Joe had lived long enough to see it.
After he had to face the truth.
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