Thursday, May 10, 2012

A Defense of College Athletics


Buzz Bissinger recently wrote a piece for the Wall Street Journal in which he made an argument against the perpetuation of college football at universities nationwide, which you can find here. His argument essentially states that football programs serve no academic purpose: the players don’t go to class and/or study, so their description as “students” is basically false; the programs themselves, barring a few outliers, aren’t particularly profitable for the university; and the average student is harmed rather than hurt when expensive buildings or exorbitant coaches’ salaries raise their tuition rates. 

As I chewed this issue over, the salient question that emerged seems to be a little more fundamental: what is the purpose of the college experience, both for students and for universities? This question must be answered before a judgment can be made as to the necessity or value of football, or any sport really, being associated with higher education establishments.

So what’s the point of college? For students, the answer that readily falls from their lips would be “to be educated in a particular field of study so that they might get a well-paying job in that field.” Fine. But why do they pick the institution that they attend? The elite students with designs on becoming scientists, engineers, politicians, professors, or some other profession that places great emphasis on one’s educational background select their schools based on the reputation of the school. If you’re planning on being a history professor, as a good friend of mine would like to do, then going to a school like the University of California at Davis will facilitate this ambition. She doesn’t care twopence about the quality of the football team because her reason for going there is completely academic. Aside from the top-level schools like Harvard, Yale, Berkley, etc, different schools boast expertise in different areas of study. I’ve heard it said that the University of Missouri is a well-respected journalism school, though not being interested in journalism I have not researched it in-depth.  The point is, for serious students with definite goals in mind, ancillary considerations do not apply to their decision to attend a particular university.

The rest of students who don’t really know what they want to do after they graduate from high school, but who have been “encouraged” (read: tuition has been paid for) by their parents to attain a college degree are more likely to make choices based on criteria such as their friends’ presence at a school, the location of the school (i.e., it is close to home, is it warm, are there mountains nearby where they can snowboard or rock-climb), the cost of attending, and finally, the reputation of the athletic program. If you’re a Kansas City resident, the prowess of Missouri’s football program or Kansas’ basketball program may weigh heavily in your decision where to attend. Other factors like family history (“Dad went to K State, KU’s not an option!”) may also come in to play, but the point here is that for these types of students, the experience of college itself is as important as the benefits and career possibilities a degree will afford. 

For example, I grew up on the University of Oregon’s campus, surrounded by that culture. I attended a basketball game as a child where the Ducks play Cal and I got to see the college version of Jason Kidd demolish the Ducks on a sprained ankle. I attended Truman State University for 6 years, and never went to a single football game during that time. I attended women’s volleyball matches, because the team was excellent, and the one year the basketball team made noise, I went to several games. The football team stank, so the desire to contribute to team spirit was lacking. Now, there were other factors in my decision to attend Truman; the fact that my father taught there and thus allowed me to graduate with a Bachelor’s debt-free was the primary factor, along with the close proximity of my family and the free room and board that went along with that. What point am I making you ask? I am more of an ardent fan of the Oregon football squad than any Truman athletic program, despite the fact that I graduated from Truman with 2 degrees and Oregon turned me down for their doctoral program twice. U of O football is nationally renown, and thus I am a fan.

So my answer to the question What is the point of college for the average student, “to have a good time”, requires us to factor in the experience of having a successful athletic team. There is an undeniable sense of camaraderie that occurs even with non-sports fans when their school’s football team is doing well. A sense of pride and notoriety accompanies them wherever they go; a sense of commonality among everyone on campus spreads like a happy virus. It’s a cliché, but sports can bring numerous and disparate people together in ways that nothing else apart from religion can. Which is why sports have supplanted religion in many peoples’ hearts; the connection, the instant rapport that it affords builds communities and gives a sense of belonging that most people desperately seek. And the question then becomes: is it worth paying an additional 5% in tuition to have such an experience, to have that shared community and sense of loyalty that can transcend racial, social, ethnic, and even generational barriers? Do Nebraska alumni react with delight and pleasure when they encounter a student who graduated ten years later than them? Do Alabama grads yell “Roll Tide!” to their grandparents or grandkids, instantly establishing a common ground among separate generations? 

The second aspect of the question, what is the point of college from the perspective of the school itself, is more straightforward. Money. Some might say Prestige, but prestige is the means to the end of making the school more Money. Yalies might lord over Princeton students, but the board of directors and presidents of schools care more about generating revenue to expand their school’s scope of operations. In this I agree wholeheartedly with Bissinger; if schools’ single focus was academic excellence and scholarship, then they would completely sever any official ties with athletic programs. 

Originally, a healthy mind was thought to require a healthy body to go with it, which is probably why college athletics began. But quickly the powers that be recognized the singular appeal of athletics to both students and alumni, and saw an opportunity to woo potential students (more tuition money) and coerce alumni to donate to the school’s athletic programs. 

Bissinger makes the argument that smaller schools like New Mexico or Alabama at Birmingham do not benefit from football programs, and the risks to students’ health far outweigh the benefits they gain. I would be curious to discover the ratio of players who make a profession out of their athletic endeavors, as well as the GPAs and graduation rates at such schools. For the main case made against college athletics at the big programs are that the students aren’t attending classes or actually attaining an education; they are merely showcasing for professional leagues. The players are exploited by being unpaid laborers putting their health at risk for no compensation. The schools grow rich off the players whom they exploit.

My answer to this issue begins with the nature of sports. For most players know that their chances of becoming professional athletes are virtually nonexistent. They have reached the pinnacle of their career in football or basketball or tennis or weight-lifting. But most of them first started playing sports because they loved to, and because of the bonds and experiences sports provided to them. I never played college athletics, but I played pickup basketball for years. It didn’t benefit me in any way other than keeping me relatively healthy and making connections with other students and professors. Plus, I loved playing basketball! Athletes play sports because they love to, and the fact that risks are involved (which they are more acutely aware of than anyone else) and that they may never go pro ultimately doesn’t matter to them. They love to play, and the opportunity to play in front of thousands of cheering fans, for high stakes, makes the competition all the sweeter. 

Moreover, those select elite who will go pro have the opportunity to demonstrate their skills before scouts from professional teams. The current system does benefit the pro leagues and colleges more than the players who fill them, but as currently situated the players still benefit from college ball as their exhibition of skills. If they insist on earning money straight out of high school, there are developmental leagues or foreign leagues that will compensate them. Whether or not that system should change is a different issue than the original premise for this post, so we will not address it, merely acknowledge it.

As for the argument that it subjects athletes to possible injuries, the answer is simple: injuries are the risks of the business no matter what level of play a person is at. High school athletes are injured frequently, and as minors must have their parents’ permission to play. If anything, ban high school sports with injury potential, but once a person turns 18, they become legal adults, and if they choose to roll the dice by playing football or rugby, that is their right. Besides, since the players are bigger, stronger, and faster in pro leagues, and more is at stake, the argument could be made that college athletics is safer than professional athletics. 

This is my argument to the issues raised by Mr. Bissinger. College athletics benefit students, the athletes themselves, and the programs who offer them. Keep them as they are. They’re jolly good fun.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Future Drama


A lot can happen in a short amount of time. I’ve been accepted into Baylor’s doctoral program, starting this fall, and I’ve been fired from my job. That makes three consecutive non-academic jobs that I’ve been fired from. The only job I was able to maintain, for more than a year and a half, was teaching. Perhaps this is a suggestion as to where my future lies, or maybe I’m just a failure. Time will tell. 

I say “Time will tell” and not “God will tell” because God doesn’t seem to say those kinds of things to me. I don’t get clear leadings from the Spirit, or dreams or words of knowledge. On occasion I will be overwhelmed with piercing emotion and affection, which I interpret to be a caress from the Lord. But a crystalline directive? No.

Doubtless this is due to my own sinfulness. I still struggle with sin, an inordinate amount it seems to me. I lack self-control in my appetites, I am greedy and selfish and afraid. This surely must be the kink in the connection that disallows the Lord from making His will known to me in unambiguous terms. I had a chat will my friend Nathan this evening, and he was saying that the cure to sin and temptation is to focus on and walk with Jesus. I agree. So why don’t I? Why can’t I?

I am stuck with a conundrum. For if the way to avoid sin and grow in my relationship with God is self-discipline, that is, to direct my thoughts in ever-increasing frequency and duration upon His wonderful face, then I will be unable to ever accomplish growth in this regard since one of my struggles is self-discipline. If the means by which I can overwhelmingly conquer, as the NASB version of the Bible puts Romans 8:37 it, is a quality that I need the Lord’s intervention for in order to achieve the Lord’s intervention, then my situation is even more desperate than Paul’s in Romans 7! I need self-discipline in order to gain self-discipline; but I can’t achieve self-discipline if I lack self-discipline which is what I need to attain self-discipline. 

There is no condemnation for those who walk according to the Spirit, Romans 8:1 says. Fine, I’ll buy that. But what if I am unable to walk according to the Spirit? Perhaps I missed a lesson somewhere, but that’s always been my downfall. I understand and believe the Life more Abundant thanks to our New Identity in Christ argument, but how to effect this in my experience? I want to hear the voice of the Lord, I want to see Him at work in the lives of others through me. I want to be conformed more closely to His image, the likeness of Jesus. Oh God, I want that! 

But no matter how I try, how good my intentions are, no matter whether I pray the armor of God on or invite Jesus to live in and through me, I still stumble and fall. I still give way to lust and gluttony. I still loathe the figure that glares out of the mirror. I still look on with envy the couples I see around me, even those whom I love and admire. I still covet the presence of my friends and family, and daydream of winning the lottery or marrying a rich girl. Foolish fantasies. I still worry about grad school and surviving until then, and through the process, and writing a dissertation, and learning Spanish, and making ends meet, and finding a church, and making new friends, and everything else that looms in the oncoming future. And of course I look at my failings and despair curls around my soul like Shelob spinning her monstrous webs.

Will I ever be free? Will I ever see any progress? What remains? What else can I, must I do? If I must surrender all to Jesus, how can I? What happens if I can’t?

Thursday, March 8, 2012

On the Redistribution of (Spiritual) Wealth


I have always been a rather fearful person. Sometimes fear can be a healthy thing; fear of spanking led me to behave as a child. Fear of failure pushed me to succeed in school. Fear of poverty pushed me to seek out jobs, and fear of firing to become a better and more mature employee. Fear is a great motivator sometimes.

Fear is also healthy when perils abound. Fear of heights or snakes or spiders help avoid dangerous situations. Even exaggerated fears like hypochondria help avoid germs. Fear is even biblical: Job 28:28 says, “the fear of the Lord—that is wisdom.” Proverbs 1:7 is perhaps the best known verse related to this: “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.” A few chapters later in 9:10, “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.” Even in the New Testament, Act 9:31 says, “Then the church throughout Judea, Galilee and Samaria enjoyed a time of peace and was strengthened. Living in the fear of the Lord and encouraged by the Holy Spirit, it increased in numbers.” 

People like to quickly amend this concept of fear as being more of a reverence and awe and I have no problem with that amendment, but the word is Fear for a reason. God is the ultimate Unknown, the Utter Alien, whose thoughts and priorities are so beyond human comprehension that they can seem at times heartless, capricious, even wicked when viewed through human eyes. And humans fear the unknown when confronted with it.

And this segues into the main bone I’m going to contend with. Not pick with God, but worry. Because the fear of the Lord’s judgment, punishment, condemnation has dogged my spiritual life for many years. Who can’t relate to that at least slightly? One of the downsides to growing up in Christian homes and converting at an early age is that you have no convenient excuse for sinning. Ignorance, unregenerate flesh is not an excuse, but it at least explains why unbelievers sin. But Christians? Who supposedly share the life of Christ? Who have the Spirit of God within them? Who have been set free from the Law of Sin and Death, and are alive in the Law of the Spirit? 

This is, of course, a common theme in Christendom, and I mention it only to expose the past fear that I am only now starting to dispense with. Grace is the antidote to fear, and humility is required to step into grace. Grace and humility: probably the two must inhuman characteristics that God reintroduced to mankind with the Resurrection. 

My point, however, came as I ruminated on the story of the talents in Matthew 25:14-30 in conjunction with a message recently preached at my church. The sermon dealt with Christians standing before the judgment seat of Christ and answering not for our salvation but our reward (I Cor 3:10-15). The preacher’s message was that we will not be able to explain our actions, give excuses or shift blame for apathy or fear in sharing Christ with a spiritually dead world. We will stand mute; our actions in this life will testify for us, and what we did or didn’t do with what God has given us will determine our reward, or whether we will squeak in by the skin of our teeth. 

The parable of the talents, as I’m sure most of you are aware, involves this very theme: a wealthy man gives three servants various amounts of money and charges them to be faithful stewards. He gives greater amounts and lesser amounts “according to the ability” of each servant. Well, you know the story: the fellow with five talents doubles the investment, as does the chap with two talents. The dingus with only one talent buries it and preserves what he has instead of attempting to multiply it on his master’s behalf. He offers excuses for this in verse 24, and wraps it up with verse 25: “I was afraid and went out and hid your talent in the ground.” Do you see the correlation? God has given us everything we need pertaining to life and godliness (2 Peter 1:3) so that (v.4) we may be partakers in the divine nature.  The point isn’t to build us up and fill us up with blessing and fulfillment for our own sakes; it’s so that we might spread the wealth, redistribute it, if I may quote our esteemed President. The faithful servants went out and put the talents they were given to good use. They were active for their master, and multiplied his investments. Well, if God has invested His Spirit and Life in me, what is the multiplication of that investment? Not to preserve the single investment He gave me, but to multiply it.

And here’s where the fear boils up. Because I fear standing before the judgment seat of Christ and seeing my life pass by, seeing my actions being burned up like wood, hay, and stubble, find that my life did not count for God. He’s not going to banish me like the unfaithful servant was, but I will have been unfaithful in my service to Him. 

Now. Before you charge out and try to do your best for Jesus, that’s not what I’m advocating. Because our efforts for God, if divorced from God’s will and plan for our lives, will avail us no more than apathy would. That’s a different discussion. I am just trying to sort out my feelings and fears about this inevitability.
So I was ruminating on this, and the Lord seemed to murmur, “Don’t be afraid, be bold!” And this is how I will end, with my “life verse” in the Christian parlance of our time. Joshua 1:6-9: “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Freakonomics Guide to Parenting

I find it constantly amazing how people keep “rediscovering” things that we already knew, or perhaps more importantly, were already communicated to us through the Bible. 

I just finished reading a book called Freakonomics, a well-written and intriguing book that addresses a wide range of topics that are loosely related to each other. The underlying theme of the book is that economics’ study of numbers and trends offer insight into the behaviors and motivations of people, as well as reveal or at least theorize about certain societal issues. 

For instance, one of the most shocking revelations that the authors proffer is that the decline in crime in the 1990s was a result of Roe v. Wade and legalizing abortion, which allowed lower income, single, teenage mothers to avoid bring children into an environs that is conducive to a life of crime. Whereas previously abortions were prohibited and prohibitively expensive, so that only the wealthy could afford them, the new availability and legality reduced prices and stigma (somewhat) to the point where unwed mothers in high school with poor prospects could avoid bringing their sons (mostly) into such a situation. This transpired in the early 70s, which meant that when those aborted babies would have reached the late teenage years/early twenties when most burgeoning criminals began their careers, aka the 90s, those criminals simply weren’t there. Less criminals means less crime. Crime prevention through abortion, a solution that eerily harkens back to the Eugenics movement that led up to WW2 and the Holocaust. 

The authors, however, are not agitating or advocating abortion as crime prevention, merely following the data. This discussion led to the age-old question of nature vs. nurture in the formation of a person’s identity and behavior. And herein lies the issue that I wanted to share my thoughts on. Through demographic studies in California over the last 50 years, a wealth of information was gathered about babies and their mothers, specifically their socioeconomic, educational, etc. background. To make a long story short (TOO LATE!), the authors were able to compare different factors about the children’s development academically (admittedly a limited measurement) and show that parents matter not in what they do, but in who they are.

For example, if a family is in a higher socioeconomic it will lead to better test scores for the child than if the parents are still together. A higher income bracket suggests better educated parents who value and exhibit hard work, and therefore model it overtly or implicitly to their kids. It matters more if the parents are well-educated and have books in the home than if they take the child to museums or spank them. Spanking does not negatively affect test scores; reading to children does not positively affect test scores. A low birth weight does affect test scores years later because what it indicates is that the mother had the birth prematurely or did not have ample and appropriate prenatal care, which suggests that she was either uneducated, poor, or indifferent, if not all three. It is not a great leap in logic to assume that the child’s home life after birth will not significantly improve, which will then negatively affect the test scores. 

Make sense? That’s kind of the idea of the book in a nutshell: taking hard data and seeing where the connections are. Not necessarily that low birth weights cause bad test scores, but the correlation between the two can provide clues as to the common factor, the actual cause.  The point to this section of the book claims that children derive their behavior, work habits, etc from their parents’ lives, not teachings. “Do as I say, not as I do” is a proverb in the converse; it’s basically wrong and most people know it. 

And herein lies the brilliance of the Bible. “The sins of the father are passed down to the third and fourth generations,” the Old Testament states several times. And what that has usually been taken to mean, what I take it to mean, is that the consequences of the sins of the parents reverberate down to their children, shaping their children’s lives and affecting their behavior and decisions. My own thoughts and feelings toward alcohol were inherited from my father, who was deeply affected by his mother, whose personality and behavior was impacted by her drunken and abusive father. Four generations affected by a parent, almost a century of rammifications. And who knows if his father was the same way? Too often sons grow to be their fathers, or else the polar opposite of them; either way, the sons are inextricably affected by who their fathers are. 

As insightful and interesting as their observations have been, the authors of Freakonomics are covering old territory when it comes to understanding human behavior. For all that, their empirical approach lends credence to the proverbs and beliefs that have been passed down through generations. Consider this a recommendation to pick up that book, though everything you’ll ever need to know is to be found in the Bible.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Upside of Selfishness

I was ruminating in the shower the other day about my freedom. As a single male with adequate financial means and no relationship of a romantic nature, I am unencumbered in the pursuit of my pleasures and entertainment. Is this always a good thing? No, but as I reflected on my friends, most of whom are married and have children, I realized how much freedom I truly have. I can go to a movie anytime I want; I can dine out or drive around town for hours on end. Should my health and weather permit, I can indulge my chief pleasurable activity, golf. Aside from work and a small group I am leading that meets at my apartment, my social calendar has no requirements. I can do anything and go anywhere (within reasonable bounds, of course) that my interest and means allow.

It is not lost on me how undeniably selfish this attitude is. Lest you write me off as hopelessly self-involved, I do care about other people, and seek their company. I willingly endure discomfort or inconvenience for the greater good of fellowship. And I think that I am not unduly selfish with my time. It cannot be denied, though, that I have much freedom. This occurred to me in the context of the unlikely event I should ever procure a wife and family. My life would not be my own, my responsibilities would immeasurably increase, and my freedom would completely vanish. I would have to consult with my wife about any social engagement which I might wish to attend, or when I could choose to arrive or depart from said engagement. I would undoubtedly have to fulfill obligations to her family or friends, to accommodate her wishes and desires as I hope she would accommodate mine. But no longer would I have autonomy over my life. 

And when children come? Pah! Farewell peace and quiet, adieu solitude and freedom. My schedule would fill up with activities geared toward their appetites and activities. The relative freedom of a married couple would diminish to an even greater degree than when I first joined forces with my spouse.

Not, of course, that there wouldn’t be compensations. I have often commented on the desolate loneliness I experience, the devout wish for someone whom I can completely entrust my life and heart, inasmuch as is possible with another human being. And I do cherish a hope one day to hold my son or daughter in my arms. Additionally, the greatest counter to this is the presence of God in my life, who banishes loneliness whenever I am wise enough to turn to Him for comfort and consolation. But this entry is primarily about the lack of freedom such entanglements, blessed though they may prove, would entail. 

As I mused on this subject, it occurred to me to be thankful, therefore, for the season of life in which I find myself. If and when I find a mate and start a life together, then everything will change. I will no longer have the freedom to go and do what I want, to spend my money on things I choose solely because I choose them. The present is a gift, enjoy it while I can, was the message that deluged me as lightly as the droplets from the showerhead. 

And herein lies the lesson. God tells us in His word to live in the present. The past is done and cannot be undone. It has been paid for and put aside; wounds may not fully heal but Christ can provide solace for them. Memories are, well, all in your head. And the future? Anyone’s guess. No good worrying about what might happen, any more than you should worry about whether you can grow a couple inches or change the tenor of your voice. It’s beyond your control, by and large, and again, Father knows best. We walk through this life one step at a time and one day at a time. All we need is strength and grace and love and kindness and patience for one day. And we live each day one hour at a time, one minute at a time, one second at a time, so we really only need grace and mercy and gentleness and self-control for a second at a time. When you look at it that way, it’s not as daunting as when you think about how to live the rest of your life. 

The point of all this is to cherish each moment, each minute, each hour, each day, each week, each month, each year in that order. The present is a gift, because it is Life, and we can live Life with the Life/Truth/Way. In fact, it’s the only way to live Life, capital L, and not trudge your way through life.

One final note: isn’t it amazing how God can take something as egotistical and selfish as my initial musing, and twist it into something good and beneficial? Only God can do that. Just imagine what He can do with your life, if you let Him.