As a few of you probably know, I’m currently in grad school, and, over the past few months, I’ve noticed an interesting trend among my peers (myself included) – the constant need to prove our worth and belonging. Every question posed by the professor becomes an opportunity to proclaim the greatness of our skills, intellect, and experiences. We feel threatened by each other, as if another’s success diminishes our value as human beings.
There’s something about going out of our way to declare our superiority that makes us look insecure of said superiority. Generally, I tend to tune people out when they start talking about how great they are. At best, they’re arrogant, and, at worst, they’re deceitful. Usually it’s somewhere in between.
All that to say, the Northwestern fans I interacted with last November at Wrigley – both outside the stadium during College GameDay and inside the stadium during the game – were really annoying. We recruit different kinds of players! We like to study! We’re smarter! We’re Chicago’s Big Ten team! Chill out, people.
To be fair, I wasn’t exactly proud to be an Illini fan in that crowd. “Go read a book!” one orange-and-blue-clad fan yelled, apparently considering the acquisition of knowledge to be a shameful endeavor. “Shouldn’t you be at the library!?!” another screamed. Wow, really?
Like I’ve said in pervious columns, my primary writing time takes place during my research methods class. That being the case, I would be remiss to declare a College GameDay crowd an accurate representative sample of those affiliated with Northwestern. Similarly, the Illini faithful who made the trip to the north side don’t represent the characteristics and opinions of the University of Illinois. Trust me, most of us are cool with books.
Honestly, I hadn’t even considered Northwestern one of our rivals until that game last November. After College GameDay concluded, my brother and I were killing time in Wrigleyville waiting for the gates to open. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted to crush Northwestern – the ‘we’re better than you’ rhetoric had clearly gotten to me, and I don’t underestimate the effect it had on the Illini players that week. Watching Mikel LeShoure run all over the Wildcats was incredibly satisfying. 330 yards! How is that even possible?
There’s been a lot of talk regarding whose football program has been better historically, and, to be honest, I don’t really care. Will Jason Ford’s ability to run on Saturday be affected by the legend of Red Grange? Does Donovonn Young’s chances of holding onto the football decrease because of Rashard Mendenhall’s odd political ideations? How about the effect Mike Kafka’s recent appearances with the Eagles will have on Dan Persa’s capacity to throw on the Illini secondary?
It’s all about the here a now, and, from where the Illini are sitting, 5-0 would be pretty sweet.