From Scout:

"I liked the program at Michigan, but one of the biggest things that scared me about them was the possibility of being a white receiver there. The last I heard, the last white receiver they ever had there had been about 10-15 years ago. They don't have any on the team now and I don't think they've given any other white receivers a scholarship."

Duuuuuuuude. I really hope hockey players don't start thinking like this, because then we're screwed.

(So. A bit of exposition mixed with full disclosure. A couple months ago I went through a period of scouring the Internet in search of potential voters for the BlogPoll. I sent off a series of email invitations to people, a few of which went out to media members with their own blogs. I expected that these would be universally scoffed at and deleted. This expectation was largely met, except for one Warren St. John, who replied kindly and offered to send me a review copy of his book Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer. Let it be known, then, that I'm predisposed to like Mr. St. John. He, in between writing things for the New York Times, deigned to reply to me and participate in the BlogPoll. I got to feel like a big shot by picking up a review copy of a book. He's also really nice.

I would like to think I'm enough of a hardass to slam Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer despite these facts, but since I'm not going to do anything of the sort I figure it's ethical to tell you that I think Warren St. John is an excellent man and since he sent me a book that I enjoyed very much I feel it is only polite to tell you about it.)

There is a rough divide between people that serves as the impetus for both Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer and this review-type-thing stemming from the story of an elderly couple of Alabama fans who skipped their daughter's wedding to go to a football game against Tennessee, though they made the reception. Most people who run across this story are horrified. Most are horrified at the parents' callous treatment of their daughter. Some are horrified at the daughter forcing such a choice on the parents. As someone who has warned friends and family for years that Brian Doesn't Go To Fall Weddings, I side with the parents. To the world at large, this means that there is Something Wrong With Brian.

The review blurbs featured on Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer's cover and day-glo neon insert page indicate that I have something of a disconnect with the world at large, who appear to be daughter-siders all. The quoted reviews tend to say things about St. John's "empathy for his subjects" (NYT) or discuss his successful foray into "Southern football mania" (Vanity Fair) to present Alabama fans in the "full frenzy of their nuthood" (NPR) so well that by the book's end, the "insanity makes just a little bit of sense" (Men's Health... Men's Health?), and thus pretty much miss the point entirely. St. John may have put on his pith helmet and hacked his way into the Alabama jungle to study the magnificent primates therein (I'll take this analogy sans racial overtones, if you don't mind), but Jane Goodall he ain't. The situation is more like if one particular gorilla decided to go to Columbia, get a swanky haircut, and then come back to study not the apes but rather himself via the lens provided by the natives.

The NPR review even mentions that St. John tackles his "subjects" "without condescension." Without condescension? How... what... what? How, in fact, does one condescend to himself? I have to wonder if these people missed the part in the book where St. John tracks down a wealthy developer whose only fanaticism more powerful than 'Bama is a desire to be home in Mobile an hour after the game. The developer allows St. John to watch his escape, which starts with two minutes left in every game. St. John's response: "I tell him I'll be there if the game isn't too close." That's, to use the parlance of our times, my dawg.

The game (against LSU) does not appear to be too close when St. John leaves for the skybox, but when the appointed time comes Alabama leads by six and LSU is starting a frantic two-minute drill to win. LSU quarterback John Booty, unable to find an open target, is smashed to the ground deep in Alabama territory with a few seconds left. An injury timeout is called:

"C'MON!" the developer shouts.

Instinctively I follow.

"Hey wait--" I call. "It's not over!"

We run through the gate, out of the stadium toward a white fan with its doors open. Everyone piles in. The doors shut, and before anyone can even utter goodbye, the van pulls away.

"It's not over!!!"

Chilling. And revealing. If I may be so bold, permit me to declare that St. John is One Of Us (us if you are the kind of person who involuntarily shuddered at that last paragraph, that is). He's written a book that resonates very differently with Us than it does with Them, because it's half about why we diehards are the way we are.

As a person whose father declared for years that he was was going to buy an RV when he retired and thought that was an idea with a certain irresistible appeal, I am curious about this as well. Why am I--a person who, despite appearances to the contrary (if you seek a maniacal obsession, look around you), qualifies as rather normal--prone to screaming obscenities at the television when something adverse happens to men I've never met playing a game that has no real impact on my life? Diehards have all asked this question, usually after something soulcrushingly impossible happens. Diehards have heard this question more times than they can count. It's the Big Question of fandom, simply expressed in one word:

WHY?

St. John tries to explain it with serotonin and the like and comes up about as empty-handed as I do when asked. I usually break into a majestic swooping thing about the last true drama, one bound to no strictures of narrative, where the happy ending either given or denied has no overriding moral message and thus when the ball is in the air, heading for its destiny blah blah blah. People usually look at me like I'm crazy. Which I am. It's clear that the direct approach to answering the Big Question is not a wise one.

The thing about RJYH that endears it to me so is that it provides an indirect glimpse of the answer to the Big Question through the smoky glass of fans who are slightly, charmingly off. It does take some extensive eccentricity to roll about in an RV that costs about as much as your house (or, in St. John's case, about as much as a Segway). Rearranging your life around the activities of a football team is objectively crazy in whatever place High Falutin' Book Ree-voos come from, but the striking thing about the RV crew in the book is that not one of them thinks the lifestyle they're leading is strange in any way whatsoever. Sure, there's a guy in need of a heart transplant who is risking his life to attend Alabama games, but when asked about it, he shrugs off the suggestion that he's crazy: life without Alabama football isn't worth living.

At some point towards the end of RJYH it became clear. Why? Well, why not? You have to have a community, whether it digs parades and high quality manbeef or I dunno, church or follows around a football team. And RJYH makes a damn good case for the latter, translating the world of college football into a language that even coastie infidels can understand. As a full-fledged college football nut, it sings to me.

So. It's good. Warren's really nice. I suggest you buy his book.

(You can read the introduction here and t
he first chapter here. If these do not indicate to you that it is a book worth reading then I challenge you to a duel. Not like a shooting duel, but maybe a slapping duel. Because that's the way I roll. You can buy it here (<-- not an affiliate link, to remove potential conflict of interest).)

Sweet Jesus. Yes, 3:10 AM + Work == A Bad Time.

I had a complex about NCAA 2005. Bitching about it was like proclaiming the Emperor to be nekkid; what if others could pass at will and find open receivers? What if others returned a kick for a touchdown even once? What if everyone else in the entire world had a running game that did not consist of breaking every run in the playbook off tackle? What if I just sucked?

Bitch, I don't suck. You suck, NCAA 2005! You suck! Festering garbage heap! No-throwy option ridiculousness! BURN BURN BURN.

Love you, NCAA 2006. Love your back juke and sensible X-always-sprints thinking and your effective interior runs and the fact that people are open sometimes and that I beat Northern Illinois (with Northwestern, mind you) 48-41 and there were no balls batted around 800 times and when I threw an interception I knew it and the computer could actually play offense and not sit around overthrowing screens (WHICH WORK) and failing to run utterly. Probably like inseason recruiting a lot, couldn't care less about racing for the Heisman, ecstatic that there are drills now, want to hug and caress and love you and forget all about 2005, bad game, bad year, smelly game.

Do not love the fact that I zombie. Ees too no sleep. My ow.

The comprehensive voter list is done and shows that we've collected a total of 50 voters covering 31 teams and every conference except the WAC and Sun Belt. Not everyone has been participating in the Roundtables, which is fine, but makes me doubt we'll get 50 ballots every week as I'm sure some people will pay it as much attention as their fantasy football team that's still starting YA Tittle.

Nonetheless, some order is called for. The 'open enrollment' period of the BlogPoll comes to an end August 1st. For now, anyone who wants in gets in unless they are Michigan bloggers seven through twenty five, who must sadly remain excluded for now for reasons of propriety. So. Anyone out there lazing about and just getting around to starting something up should get off their duff and move lickety-split and stuff that in their pipe and smoke it.

Once the open enrollment period ends, sites will have to apply and be considered under the following guidelines:

• Anyone who's written a book or performed some service to football fans in general (stat work a la footballcommentary or Football Outsiders, or kidnapping Aaron Taylor) is in. People who bring credibility are important.
• Bloggers who cover teams not already represented in the poll will have a very low barrier to entry, say a month of posting, or perhaps less.
• Each additional blogger entering the poll makes the barrier to entry higher for subsequent prospective voters.
• Voters missing three weeks in a row will be considered to have gone YA Tittle on us. Reapplication will be done on as per normal; our Wyoming blogger thus gets a bit of leeway, but the Michigan bloggers had best be on their toes, since a spot lost there will be hard to earn back.

I'm not trying to be a hardass or a tyrannical blog master or anything, but I have to do something about this whole unbalancing thing, as there are six Michigan related bloggers in the poll already with two or three waiting to get in--I can't accomodate them at the moment but I don't want them smashing their keyboard because someone who isn't posting anything got in first. As always, these things are negotiable. Suggestions and objections are welcome; either email or comment.

Another Roundtable will be coming up soon at Straight Bangin'.

Millions of twentysomething young men will disappear into NCAA 2006 nothingness over the next week or two, leaving literally dozens of girlfriends pissed off. Many covers have been made. But the RCMB has made the best:

Yeah, blogging's going to be a little light. But not that light. Still gotta work. Winkwinkdontchaknow.

(Oh yeah, MSU running back Jason Teague has an outstanding arrest warrant for assault. Sounds like a game or two suspension.)

Actual reporting was done by Western College Hockey, who watched the Select 17 Festival (a conclave of the best 17-year-old hockey players in the US) and reports back with his impressions, including comments on Michigan recruits Billy Sauer, Chris Summers, and Steve Kampfer, plus prospective Michigan recruit (please please please) Pat Kane. First hand can't be beat. Er.

New supplemental draftee Agim Shabaj is apparently being laughed at by NFL scouts instead of practicing his trash talking because... he left his student ID off a test? Jigga-wha?

I think it was EDSBS who pointed me to American Football Monthly, a trade magazine for football coaches with articles like "The Wing T Shotgun Offense," "Sharks In The Water: Coaching Linebackers to Attack in the 3-3 Defense," and "Sterling College's Principles of the 3-4 Defense." Also there are puff pieces on coaches. Other than the principles of the 3-4 defense (which should be of special interest to one bushy-mustached, excessive-consonanted defensive coordinator we all know and love), I found two things of particular interest to this blog. One is an interview with Colerain High's Kerry Coombs. Colerain has supplied Michigan with BJ Askew, Mister Simpson, and (hopefully) Cobrani Mixon in recent years and visits Michigan's camp every year. They also spend their days wasting opponents. The other is this rather boring article on film that has this interesting snippet:

Schemes and blitzes are pretty basic stuff. Durden said that he hasn't seen much from a basic defense that has surprised him in years. College coaches have long ago learned the difference between a 4-3 and a 3-4.

That said, players are what makes a team shine, not the system. When Durden worked for Lubick at Colorado State, Lubick often would focus on a player's ability – or inability – to change direction. Find the guy that can't shift on the fly, Lubick thought, and you've found your guy to attack.

Anders said he's not surprised much anymore by an opponent's offense. "You're always going to have a tweak on the offense," he said. "Everybody's got their own twist on their play. They may make one block a little bit different or have a different alignment.

"But scheme-wise, I haven't seen a new inventive offense in a while. A lot of times, it's personnel. What lineman do we wanna blitz? Do we want to blitz away from the running back? Things like that." It's not rocket science, but it's important to remember – players are the one's making plays, not the X's and O's.

"If you have good players, that's the key," Ciarrocca said. "Any good system can react to whatever the other team is doing. We can react to a lot of things." Those talents can be best used when recruiting players off of film. Good film analysts during game week are probably the best talent scouts.

Wow. That's a brief series of BOLD!!! paragraphs. Now, "Durden" and "Ciarrocca" are offensive coordinators for I-AA powers James Madison and Delaware, respectively. I wonder if defensive coordinators would say the same thing--and I know Herrmann wouldn't because he's shown the ability to be totally stunned by a play that he saw last week. Is there a huge gap between the schemes you can impart at the I-AA level and the big time BCS level? I doubt it; the NCAA limits on practice time have to be equal and I'm quite sure that the I-A guys aren't light years smarter.

Two blog posts you should read: EDSBS on the storylines you'll hear pounded into the ground this year, and Straight Bangin' ponders Sargeant Slaughter's effect on the D-line and other things.