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Apr 26

Print the myth

In Rituals and Traditions today we talked about the role of myths in sport. I started with talking about the two greatest Jacksons in sport, Andrew and Bo.

I told them I know two of the men in that intro, and would believe them. I have heard one of the stories mentioned there from multiple sources, told just differently enough to seem credible. But the truth of stories sometimes isn’t the most important thing, even for people looking for ontological truth. Maybe especially for them. Sometimes, the telling is the truth, and that’s why myths are important.

So I told them about a bunch of the myths around my alma mater. There’s the train thing and the pajama parade. A number of students, the story goes, snuck out in their pajamas and greased the railroad tracks so the train bringing their opponents couldn’t stop. The train had to pull in at the next station, the players had to lug their equipment five or six miles back to town, were exhausted, and got shut out 45-0. The story goes that the visitors were so offended they refused to play the next year. The story dates to the 1890s, but you can’t find anything at all about it in the historical record until the 1930s. Good story, though.

I told the two or three stories about rolling the corner. I gave them all three versions of the origin story of the phrase, “War Eagle.” I asked them which one they thought was correct. Everyone guessed that it was the most romantic story. That one was made up by Jim Phillips, a college newspaper editor. I showed them his copy. (He later urged various university people to work to make sure that his story didn’t get accepted as the truth. They still highlight his story. Well, part of his story. The version I learned when I was a senior in high school and getting ready to enroll goes a step further. Someone improved on his myth!)

I talked about myths from other universities, too, and some of the great stories that major league baseball gives us as myth. Some of them evolve much like the old gossip games. Some of them are quite deliberate. Both are, to me, fascinating in their implications. A friend just told me about the origin story of a new mascot, Noigel. No one will believe that one, of course, because it’s about a mascot, but it demonstrates to us the power of our stories. I hope the class was picking up on that today.

I drove it home with The Gipper, which works because, true or not, it’s accurate enough to at least blend with what we know. And we want to believe.

(Rudy, by the way, is largely cinematic and not perfectly truthful. Sorry.)

Did Rudy read that plaque and do his little impersonation? Probably not. Did Knute Rockne have that moment with George Gipp? Historians disagree. We’re pretty sure (much of) it is inspired by the movie.

Is that plaque even there in the Irish locker room? Yes it is.

Does Notre Dame know where they got the nickname, The Fighting Irish? It comes from one of several places, maybe. I reeled off a few of those, and asked for their thoughts on which one it might be. I don’t know. I know which one I want it to be. But all of that, I said, gets back to identity, doesn’t it?

One of my students said I should do a class just on myth. I’d love to; I doubt I’d be allowed to.

In Criticism we talked about two class-selected stories. One was Global sports face challenges from ‘AI slop’ misinformation:

A study by AI risk management platform Alethea into the surge in artificial intelligence-generated fake content, dubbed “AI slop,” has warned sports teams, leagues and fans of the risks posed by increasingly sophisticated digital misinformation.

Retired NFL player Jason Kelce never said 2026 Super Bowl halftime singer Bad Bunny’s critics were “a bad fit for America’s future”.

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San Francisco 49ers tight end George Kittle never ranted about slain conservative activist Charlie Kirk and politics in football.

However, thousands of people believed they did and that is the problem.

Well, sure it is. The students recognize that. They’re worried about it. They should be. That let me work in this little explainer focusing on Jaden Ivey.

We also discussed this one, Tiger Woods fights subpoena for prescription drug records. And there I said, “If you join me in org comm in the fall, we will discuss at some length, the strategy behind all of this.

Sometimes when the different pieces click together it is quite satisfying.

You can probably tell, but I’m one of those annoying campus spirit guys. I’ve always held that you learn a lot from class, but the rest of the college experience is the most educational and the most influential and the most memorable. That’s what makes the drive in worth it, where you make the friends, build the lasting memories, the stuff that can fill your heart with cheer later in life, the sort of thing that encourages alumni to be donors.

Or, put another way, I know of one alumni who wanted to make donations because of my pedagogy. But a lot more people are thinking of other things when they get ready to donate. And so we were out an event this evening and the marching band rushed the stage.

If the marching band “crashed” events from time to time, that’d be fun. I want every part of a student’s time on campus be about their studies or about memorable events full of good cheer.

Maybe I’m not alone in that. Maybe one day I’ll be allowed to bend more of my work that direction. It’d be better than rowing aimlessly.

Tonight’s event was a special one. It was one of those nights when some of the superior networkers made a bit of magic happened and a folk hero turned up.

Started late, ran long. The food in the VIP room was still great. My current hypothesis is that all events should use the guest of honor’s menu.


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Apr 26

Open for business

And by business, I mean the usual. Cleaning. Fixing problems. Waiting for it to warm up.

But, already, the change in color is an immediate thrill.

Until the chores and the bills and the replacing the thises and thats begin.

Elsewhere, this is the pentultimate week of classes, which means busy busy!

I’m still living in the happy memories of our wonderful Irish vacation. So, I’m sharing extra videos that we didn’t get to at the time. It was a great vacation. I have a lot of footage. This will go on for some time. Enjoy it with me, won’t you?

This is Doran’s Point


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Apr 26

The greatest minor league baseball game ever

It started out as a joke, I guess. My godsisters-in-law (just go with it) have five highly active children between them and everyone works and travels and lives full lives and so they are calendar fiends. We get calendar invites for things to which we are invited. And we started getting calendar invites to things which are obvious jokes. Some family things aren’t meant for me, but they’re legendary, and so you’re always welcome, thanks but no thanks. You know the sort. Also, I don’t partake in handbag bingo.

But I do enjoy a good game of bingo. Maybe I should go to that.

Anyway, sometime just before last Christmas I got a calendar invite to one of the kid’s concert performance at the minor league ball park. He was taking part in an orchestra and of course we were going to that. THat was tonight.

So we got to the venue and got seat just behind home plate and our guy and his viola and a bunch of his classmates and students from other schools, apparently, all flood the field and they play their song. It was great. It was cute. Parents were proud.
Everyone had a nice time.

I met the mascot, who took a selfie with my phone.

After the performance was the game, of course. It’s high A, and the starting pitcher has been at this level since 2021. In the first inning he hit the leadoff pitcher, got the second guy to ground into a double play, walked the third batter on four straight. The next batter drove that guy in, but was thrown out at third. It was a chaotic top of the first inning.

I looked at both rosters, the oldest guy on either team was born in May of 1999. Only four of the guys in either dugout are 20th century kids.

At one point, a right fielder lost a ball in the sun. The ball was on the ground at the time.

High A ball is great fun!

Eventually the godnephews and godniece (just go with it) came and sat with us. The visiting pitcher was throwing a no-hitter through five. His team was out ahead. A reliever came in and the wheels flew off.

This is how you know the wheels flew off. The alternate mascot makes his way onto the field. Mr. Celery happened by accident. He has no mythological backstory. They’re a bit sketchy on the actual backstory. The prevailing version goes that there was some health food initiative in years past, and whoever was putting that on left a few mascots behind. The team found it in storage, and then decided, for no reason at all, to put an intern in that outfit. And every time the home team scores Mr. Celery comes out and runs around a bit.

And, tonight, he ran around a lot.

That reliever recorded one inning pitched, and the loss. He allowed five runs on three hits, two walks, and two strikeouts. He now has a 30.86 ERA.

Sitting behind us was a fraternity from one of the local universities. They were there supporting one of the kids who was involved in the pregame festivities. They were loud and funny and pleasant. They started the wave. They invented a new cheer.

Our godnephews were completely taken with them and the frat boys welcomed them into their night. Those guys were great. They were very kind and generous to the kids, and they didn’t necessarily have to be. They indulged their enthusiasms, so there was the 2nd grader, coaching the fraternity into doing the wave, and, thus, the entire stadium. He and his brother started picking spots for the new cheer, “Get your rocks up!” which involved throwing your two fists into the air and making a lot of noise. They were giving the boys high fives and posed for photos and you would have thought they hung the actual moon.

At one point, I looked at my godbrother-in-law-in-law (just go with it) and said of his son, “I believe he’s found his tribe.”

Indeed, I think the 2nd grader now knows the secret handshake.

Somehow he got a foul ball. He got one of the field crew to sign his ball for him. All the kids got to high five the mascots. They did just about everything but launch the fireworks.

I’m making shirts for the next game.

We’ll be back.


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Apr 26

Sing a little sunshine song

We made it up to 89 degrees today. In a highly variable spring, this feels like the signal day, the one that convinces you that spring is actually, ya know, going to stick this time. It could be the sweat, on the small of your back. It could be that the sweat is telling you that this will probably turn right into summer. You’d like a nice long mild spring. You probably won’t get it. You’d definitely like this to happen before the second half of April.

That also means we’re in the final month of the semester, and boy, it feels like it. A nice warm, sunny, day like this, and we’re all ready to be outside already.

But first there was class. Today in Rituals and Traditions we talked about unhealthy ones. There’s a thing in Pittsburgh where people are stealing traffic cones and taking them into baseball games. It’s silly and probably fun, but also potentially dangerous and certainly theft. We also talked about sports where diet and weight issues create unhealthy rituals and problems for athletes, and some of the people that emulate them. We discussed the running of the bulls in Pamplona. I discussed the old Aggie bonfire and a whole host of things at the University of Mississippi.

We touched on hazing, binge drinking, and the Indians, Braves, Chiefs, and Redskins. We discussed the Seminoles earlier in the semester, and someone brought them up as a sort of contradiction today, which was great. Florida State makes a great effort to work with the local Seminole tribe and treat their imagery and representation with authenticity and honor. But not all of the Seminole approve. You’ll never get universal acceptance, and this is an important consideration. And so is your thinking and your receptivity to different stakeholders, and what you need to be mindful of, prepared for, and what it means to work through perceptions and circumstances that aren’t good for your team, your fans, or your league.

In Criticism we watched Slaying the Badger. This is a documentary about the 1989 Tour De France, one of the greatest editions of the modern race. I picked this because we have recently watched a football documentary and a basketball documentary, and there’s a lot to learn about watching something in a sport you don’t know very well. It says something about what we perceive, what we lose, and how we learn. Plus, it’s just a great story full of real and human drama.

This documentary lets you talk about multiple perspectives and different sides of stories, who’s here and who is not, and the effect of time, memory, and recollection. Also, it is a great film.

I’m buying the book and reading it this summer, finally.

I’m going to do a lot of reading this summer. That’s what I’ve decided this spring. First I have to finish catching up on everything. Or catch up on finishing everything. And also keep up on everything. And do the other things. It’s a lot to think about.

Which is what I thought about on the bike today. Good thing, too, since this was this week’s Worst Ride Ever™️. I didn’t know it when I started out, standing there staring at the wild almond.

I didn’t know it here, at the dogwood.

I was starting to figure it out around this tractor, though.

Here’s my shadow selfie. I think my shadow knew all along.

Same tractor, on the way back in.

And then the last little bit of road on the way back in.

This week’s Worst Ride Ever™️ was still (a very slow) 73 minutes on the bike.

I’m still living in the happy memories of our wonderful Irish vacation. So, I’m sharing extra videos that we didn’t get to at the time. It was a great vacation. I have a lot of footage. This will go on for some time. Enjoy it with me, won’t you?

That’s from our brief stop at Trah Dhumha Goirt.


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Apr 26

Finally, a normal change of pace

Today was the first day since February 23rd that I haven’t had a bunch of stuff on my calendar. I have been running five calendars since about that same time, and I checked them all, in disbelief, to make sure there was nothing doing today.

This meant that I spent a few hours grading, a few more hours working on a brand new lecture, and a little more time watching a documentary. I have, this week, been answering the last 48 questions poised in my online class. Across the semester they are tasked with reading various articles and chapters. In these six assignments they must make annotations. There’s a certain formula we employ. One element of the formula is to ask a question that the reading has inspired. I figure, since I’ve instructed them to ask I should try to answer the questions. This is a lot of fun. For one thing, you see the wide range of ways that students are thinking about the reading. For another thing, you can challenge yourself to write interesting and creative things. For still a third thing, you can try to predict questions that will come up a lot, and thus create some form answers. The downside to this, and it’s not really a downside, is that it is time intensive.

The good news is, this was the sixth and final annotation of the semester. This also means that the big project is boring down upon us. Feedback there matters a great deal, over the stage process, and that is certainly time intensive.

I have been working on a lecture today about unhealthy traditions. The challenge here is going to be in trying to sound neither obvious, nor a hallway monitor.

And tomorrow I’m screening a documentary that’s a little too long, so I have to find parts to cut out of it, for time. It’s not as easy as skipping the beginning or cutting the end. You have to make some deliberate choices, hopefully, without losing too much context.

And that is what I did on the first day when I didn’t have anything to do.

Also, I went for a bike ride. It’s still early enough in the outdoor part of the year that this feels hole-in-corner. And my lovely bride is out of town at a conference, so I was riding on my own, which felt even sneakier, somehow.

That’s how it felt, for a little over an hour. And down this road I flew.

It was tee-hee sneaky version of the feeling. The “I can’t believe I’m getting away with this” style.

If it somehow makes it feel appropriate, I didn’t go out until after hours. And I only got above 30 mph three times.

I’m still living in the happy memories of our wonderful Irish vacation. So, I’m sharing extra videos that we didn’t get to at the time. It was a great vacation. I have a lot of footage. This will go on for some time. Enjoy it with me, won’t you?

https://www.kennysmith.org/wordpress/blog/2026/03/17/cuan-na-haisleime-and-keem-bay/”>This is Keem Bay.