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RITA III

So there are some things about the culture down here that drive me crazy.

One of the big ones in Baton Rouge, especially around LSU, is football. Football is a big deal here. Football is THE big deal here. When there is a game at Tiger Stadium here on Campus (right next to the building where the theatre department is) the entire campus basically shuts down. Just about every square yard of real-estate on campus is taken up by people in all sorts of sports team regalia, cooking, drinking, hoot-and-hollering, sitting in lawn chairs, etc. It’s called tailgating. I’ve seen it in other parts of the country, but never like this. People (private citizens) pull up with huge trailers emblazoned with the colors of their particular socially acceptable street-gang, they set up HUGE barbecue pits and have tents (some with air conditioning) so that they can sit in leather Lazee Boy recliners watching the game on large-screen televisions. All within earshot of the stadium. Coolers of every possible description stuffed with ice and really bad beer. It seems to be a game of seeing how much like being at home you can make being “at” the game.

I don’t even come close to understanding this. Admittedly I’m not a sports fan. Sports bars seem bizarre to me so tailgating is even stranger. The fact that it is done with such unbelievable gusto here is bewildering on a level that no oddity of Cajun culture even approaches. Mardi Gras I get. It’s stupid and inexplicable, but that’s obvious, and no one pretends that there’s anything more to it than inexplicable stupidity. What fun! And if nothing else, incredibly lavish, if tacky, floats eventually parade by, ridden by people in masks flinging plastic crap at you. What’s not to enjoy!
With tailgating there is the relationship to “the Game” that makes it all really strange to me. The tailgaters, don’t see the game unless they see it on TV. The closest thing to a parade is the little trucks that drive around collecting litter. People come to the same spot on campus, every game day, and have done so, in some cases, for generations. So there’s the tradition part of it. But there’s got to be better things to pass on than “this is were I always sit when the tigers play.”

Anyway, on game day. I go somewhere else.

The reason I bring this up is that classes at LSU were cancelled yesterday. The reason being that the clean-up from Hurricane Rita needed to happen. Of course what was actually going on, was that there was a football game (LSU vs Tennessee) scheduled for Saturday. This had to be postponed on account of the hurricane force winds during game time. It was played on Monday instead. Now there’s no way the NCAA would allow a school day to be called off because of a football game. On paper these people haven’t lost their minds. So Rita was the reason school was canceled so that we could turn the campus over to the game and the tailgaters.

This is something akin to invading Iraq because of 9-11.

Ok, so thousands of people didn’t die because they played football yesterday, but it’s not like the students didn’t get the message. Football is, in fact, the most important thing in life. It’s certainly more important than your education.

There has been some damage, but there’s no way we had to cancel classes. Not that I can see from the omniscient perspective afforded me.

Here’s the other thing. And people in this town have been noticing this a little. Because, thanks to Katrina, Tiger Stadium is now the home for not only LSU football, but Tulane and the NFL’s Saints (I don’t know if they can be from New Orleans any more) as well, there are all sorts of game days that have been added to the schedule. This means that all other events on campus (music, theatre, dance etc) scheduled for those days have to be cancelled. Now not only is there much communicated about an institutions values when they just schedule the game and let everyone else figure out their deals, but we all found out about these schedules by reading the paper! They didn’t even think to call and say, “Hey we need to make sure that these football games happen, and they are inherently more important than your play, so I’m sorry but that’s the way it goes.”
It’s not that football is more important than other cultural events… It’s that in the minds of these people the cultural events don’t even exist. So a woman called into the radio the other day and suggested that, for example, Operas be performed as half-time entertainment. “Bring the culture to the uncultured” She said… I think I actually let out a sigh that lasted 45 minutes.

Tulane and The Saints games must go on. But the shows that were scheduled to be in New Orleans… it’s just sad. Sad. But what can you do? It’s a disaster. Cancel football outright! That’s unthinkable.

I say, do the shows and let the football players run drills during intermission. Bring the popular entertainment to the snobs.

On a side note: Tiger stadium, in it’s present form, has it’s origins in the late great governor Huey Long. The Kingfish wanted a stadium for the Tigers, but he couldn’t get the money for it. So he got the funding to build some dormitories. These dorms happened to be arranged in such a way that if you put a football field in the middle of them and built some seating on top of them, presto chango, who-d a-thunk it! You’ve got a stadium. Now the interesting thing to me is that I actually like this story. I think it’s an example of creative thinking. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not blind to the many stupid things Long did, but this kind of graft seems fine to me.

I have to admit that football is important to many people who are smart and wise. I don’t, on balance, feel that there is anything at all wrong with football.
Tom has told me that for many first responders, working in emergency situations, the sense that normal life is going on outside of the disaster zone is incredibly important. To these people, hearing the score or seeing a bit of the game during a break can give them a sense that they are fighting a fight worth fighting. I don’t feel this way about sports myself (I would want to watch a Kubrick flick or the Simpsons) but I concede the point.

I just feel sad in my dark little corner trying to help nurse the flame in the flickering torch of artistic culture while the jocks are prancing around on the Jumbotron. It’s just that I know that if you fuel it, our light is brighter than theirs…