Stray Hawkeye

This was going to be a brief little post of a couple of things from the Orange Bowl / Miami trip.  However, instead of being brief and little, it somehow got really, really long.  I thought about breaking it into a few more little posts, but I figure at this point most of you are probably sick of hearing about my vacation, and it’s already close to a month after the fact, I so I figure I’ll get it all out of the way here in one last post on the subject.  Some topics covered – compare and contrast Iowa fans and the locals, tangent on advertising, pictures of some Hawkeye fashions, a lengthy deconstruction of fan turn out / ticket sales for the two teams, various non-dino game pictures, and some videos I took along the way.

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The contrast between the Hawkeye fans the the natives of South Beach was both awesome and hilarious (to me at least). (Note that this whole description engages in huge, broad, sweeping generalization to try to illustrate the point, there’s lots of exceptions, but we’re going for a general feeling here.)

South Beach and it’s residents seem to see themselves as (and may well be, I don’t keep track of these things) the center of fashion and stylishness for America and possibly the world.  They’re all very, very well dressed in whatever the latest style is.  At the same time that this would probably make them noticeable anywhere else, in South Beach, everyone is so in tune with the latest fashions, that they all end up looking basically the same (at least to my uncultured eyes).  It’s almost like there’s a dress code / uniform for the whole area, which probably changes about every two weeks.  They also seem to tend to be very fit (and dress to show it (or maybe cover it up where lacking)) and very tan.  I also don’t usually tend to notice plastic surgery, but wow, plastic people everywhere in South Beach.  There was also the highest concentration of Ethiopian refugee grade skinny girls that I’ve ever seen in one place.  Like walking skeletons in mini-skirts.  Super gross, but still trying to show it off.

In addition, it was also *by Miami standards* really cold while we were there.  Highs around 60-65, and lows around 40.  Yeah, I know, it was about 5 (above) when I got on the plane to go down, there was frozen puke (New Year’s morning) at the bus stop on the way to the airport.  But 40’s are apparently near record lows for them.  The natives were bundled up, in layers and layers and layers.  Sweaters, stocking caps, gloves, the whole bit.

They also all seemed to be rather serious and self-conscious.  Not in an unconfident way, just a being very aware of how they look and how others are looking at them.  And, perhaps because we were in an area pretty heavy in shops and restaurants, so lots of service industry people, they tended to all be in their 20’s and 30’s.  Though that could be the plastic surgery talking.

In contrast to that were the Iowa fans, who I love.  Totally on vacation, and caring about fashion and style even less than Mid-westerners normally do, which is already basically not at all.  Tigerhawks and “IOWA” on every shirt, fuck Dolce and Gabbana – our defense would kill them both, whoever they play for.  T-shirt stretched over a beer gut and stained jeans?  Sounds like an outfit to me.  XXL t-shirt on a XL frame and athletic short?  Let’s head to the beach!  It’s not that Iowa fans look bad by any means, it’s just that by and large, they couldn’t care less about designers or the latest trend.  Especially when on a vacation that centers around a sporting event.  And they’re not necessarily unfit (though, I would say on average we’ve probably got 25-50 pounds on South Beachers), but fitness for us is centered around being able to do the job at hand (usually farming) even if there is some padding over the muscle, rather than centered around looking toned at the beach.

To sum up the fitness part, I noted a few times from looking at the size and build of the Iowa fans and at the locals, that if a fight were to break out between the Iowa fans and the locals, every dollar I have or could borrow would be on the Iowa fans, and I’d gladly take 2 to 1 odds on that.

The Iowa fans also skewed more towards the 40-ish and 50-ish age range.  I would assume because that’s more of who has the resources to be able to fly down to Miami for a quick vacation.

So, needless to say, seeing the two groups mixing and passing on the street while you sat and ate was one of the more entertaining things on the trip (aside from the game of course).

The really weird part is that both groups have this same air of pride about them, but at the same time, a totally different form of it.  South Beachers have a sort of pride in appearance and their own perception of their social place at the forefront of culture and fashion.  Iowans I have a harder time analyzing, since I am one, but sort of a pride in being strong, independent, resilient, tough, caring, good people.  A sort of hereditary German pride in some sorts.

Anyway, an interesting compare and contrast while you’re sitting at a sidewalk cafe eating pizza and watching people walk by.

Now, on to some pictures.  First, this was still up in the Minneapolis airport when I flew out on the first:

Though Accenture was the first sponsor to drop Tiger Woods when he started hitting the news (and stationary objects such as trees and fire hydrants), apparently airport ads are on a bit of a slow rotation.  Also, all of their Tiger Woods posters went from sort of “eh?” to being downright insightful.  Someone also pointed out the new Accenture ads to me after I mentioned this.  Perhaps it’s just me, but when I first saw this one, I saw a rather small, blurry version like below, from a bit of a distance, and I thought to myself, “Why would they want their image to be a terrified elephant crouched on a melting iceberg off the coast of Antarctica?”  That makes no sense, and I’m pretty sure there is no part of that which is the image they want to get across.

Then I realized that it’s not a terrified elephant crouched on a melting iceberg off the coast of Antarctica.  Rather, it’s a bi-pedal, hunchbacked elephant on a surf board riding a crappy wave.  Because that makes waaayyyy more sense.

Anyway, back to Miami.  We were walking on the beach, and my sister pointed out this great shot:

What’s that?  It’s just a bunch of hotels on the beach you say?  Ah, look closer…

Now, I also generally think it’s sort of weird and creepy to take random picture of people you don’t know, but sometimes you just see things that are too awesome to resist sharing.

And, hell, while we’re being creepy and posting some of my favorite fan apparel (which I’m now also noticing is probably a fair example of my above statements about Iowa fans and fashion and the cultural difference with the locals, especially, especially the second one below), here’s two more.

What more can I say?

The team buses were also styling:

Now a couple of pictures which illustrate as clearly as one can the distribution of fans for the game.

Admittedly Exhibit B was taken a little while before kick off, but Exhibit A was during the game.  And here’s the seating chart for the game:

As you can see, each team’s athletic department is responsible for selling out about a quarter of the stadium.  This ensures some revenue for ticket sales for the bowl, and makes sure it feels like each team has a side.  These seats are indicated in grey in Exhibit C to illustrate that they’re not available through the Orange Bowl website, just through that team’s athletic department.  Now you may be saying, “Wait, Iowa left that many seats empty in their section?  No way!!  Well…, I guess it is a long trip, and it’s a recession and all, and they might have had their hopes up for the Fiesta…”.  No. No. No.

We were sitting in section 414.  Let’s orient those pictures for you:

The Iowa sections was full.  Maybe not quite 100%, but at least 85%, and probably closer to 90%.  Plus there were lots of Iowa fans like myself who bought tickets in the neutral areas between the two (the colored seats in the above pictures).  In fact, basically all the fans in the neutral areas were Iowa fans.  Not exaggerating, probably 85% of the fans in both of the neutral corners were Iowa as well.  Granted, those sections weren’t completely sold out, but they were pretty well populated.  This means that Iowa, the traveling/visiting team, with no particular tie to the Orange Bowl (the ACC does have a tie in with the Orange Bowl), sold out at least half of the stadium, and probably more like 60-65% of the seats.  Now you’re saying, “So, Georgia Tech must have sold out the other 35-40% seats?”  No.  Not at all.  See Exhibit A.  In fact, let me clarify Exhibit A a bit with…

So, Georgia Tech was tasked with selling, at minimum, 25% of the seats IN A BCS BOWL GAME.  In the picture above, I’ve circled a couple not so small holes in that 25% of the stadium.  And mind you, this was DURING THE GAME.  It’s not like these holes filled in when people came in from tailgating.  They stayed like that the whole time.   And then, there’s the elephant in the room, and it’s not even on a surf board this time.  What are those black bits?

Those are huge black tarps that were covering the upper half of basically all of the upper Georgia Tech sections.  I have no confirmation on this, but I would assume that their purpose is to make it less apparent to a TV audience that the stadium was not sold out.  This would make sense given the fan concentration just below these tarps, and the fact that they’re almost all in the Georgia Tech dedicated seating area.  Which means aside from the gaping holes circled in red that are sparse to empty, that not one single ticket was sold in the black tarp sections for the ACC CHAMPIONS to see their team compete in a BCS game BEING PLAYED THE NEXT STATE OVER.

As best I can tell, the tarps cover about 15 rows, and they’re over 14 sections, and each row is about 25 seats wide.  That means that by a back of the envelope calculation, that there were 5,250 seats under tarps in the Georgia Tech section.  Aside from that, there’s the holes in the lower section, the club level seating (the blue seats) are about 50-50, and the upper section outside the tarps is about 60% full.  So, let’s say that when we balance that out that Georgia Tech sold about half of the tickets in their quarter of the stadium, and we add in any stragglers they had in the rest of the place.  So, that puts us at around 15% of the tickets.  To Iowa’s 60-65%.

This is why I love my Iowa fans.  And why we always get invited to a bowl game one better than what our football team’s record would otherwise merit.

Anyway, the band was looking good, with the usual HAWKS formation:

As well as a new one that I hadn’t seen before.

We always talked about wanting to make a Tigerhawk while I was in band, but it never happened because we weren’t very good at big, field wide curves while I was in, and that’s basically all a Tigerhawk is.  Have you ever tried drawing one free hand?  It’s impossible to get it right.  Drawing a perfect circle free hand would be easier.  But the band seemed to pull it off pretty well.  Hopefully it will become a mainstay of the pre-game show.

And a few pictures of the post-game festivities:

And I quite like that last one, so I played with it in GIMP (free PhotoShop) a little bit, and squared it up to look more straight on, and cropped out the rest.

You can click on the image to get a bigger version of it.  It would make a great desktop background.  On every computer you touch.  Just saying.

I also tried taking some video while I was at the Hawkeye Huddle and at the game.  Random fact – the Orange Bowl has only ever had two occasions on which teams did their own pep rallies before the game, in 2003 and 2010.  Both times it was Iowa.  Apparently we’re the only team that does Hawkeye Huddles or equivalents.  So, on that note, here’s the Hawkeye Marching Band playing the short version of On Iowa at the Hawkeye Huddle from about half way back in the crowd:

A clip from Thriller:

I have no idea why that has become a sort of band tradition now. They play it all the time. The only reason I can think is because the dance is kind of fun to do. And it pisses me off to no end that they play it after the third quarter of games instead of Hey Jude. But don’t get me started on that, or any of the many other HMB traditions that Kevin Kastens and Myron Welch have combined to destroy.

Deep Breath.

And here is a full version of Hey Jude:

Ah, that makes me feel better.

And a small chunk of the series as the band marches out. Admittedly probably the most boring clip of the bunch. I was expecting them to march out through the crowd, but they went out through the back of the stage. Probably makes a lot more sense, but not quite as entertaining to watch.

And I did a quick 360 panorama of the crowd at the end of the Hawkeye Huddle to show about how big it is. This was right at the end, so people were starting to filter out:

And, the last few plays of the Orange Bowl, starting with a Georgia Tech 4th down, then an orange Gatorade shower (a little early) for Ferentz, a few kneel downs, and the starting of the post game celebration, with a bit of In Heaven There Is No Beer in the background:

Random Fact: Linus Torvalds (the guy who started Linux) and the state of Iowa share a birthday – today, Dec 28th.  Linus is 40, Iowa is 163.  Happy Birthday to both!!!  In other news, I’m pretty sure noticing that makes me a huge dork, but I’m pretty okay with that.

Previous post in the dino-saga here and here.  And yes, it took me forever to get around to downloading the pictures from my camera for this episode, so it’s a little behind the times, but it keeps you up to date with the saga.

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Sinclair has been hanging out at my place for quite a while now, and after getting rested up after his long journey from Florida, we started our search to see if we could find Minne.  So far we’ve had no luck, but it appears from her twitter account that she’s planning to come back in the spring.  After much consoling and a few cookies, I got Sinclair to accept that he won’t be able to see her until then.  In the mean time I’ve been distracting him with Hawkeye sports.

Sinclair took me up on the suggestion that we go down to the Iowa vs Minnesota game this year and go tailgating.  Nessie sent me a letter and said that she was going to swim up to meet us there, but that Mississippi current was too strong for her, and unlike Sinclair, every time she asked a barge captain for a ride, he’d scream in fear and mutter something about needing to “cut back” and run away.  However, she told me that she had a certain feeling we’d meet another Iowa fan at the game if we told her where we’d be tailgating, so I sent her the address.

We drove down to Iowa for the game the night before so we could sleep a little there and go tailgating.  We got up early, but Sinclair was pretty restless.

So I told him to go for a little walk to burn off some energy, since he seems to be good at that.

“Come to think of it, Sinclair, are you old enough to drink?”

“Oh, I suppose that makes sense, kind of.  Ready for another?”

“Sure.  Are you guys hungry?  We’re a little too lazy to do actual grilling tailgate food, but we do have some cookies and chips.”

“Sinclair, that’s an awful lot of beer to drink that fast, especially for someone your size.”

And I think we all know where that leads.  About 20 minutes later it was almost time to go to the game…

“Here Sinclair, have some water.”

“Thanks, I think I might stay back and take a little nap.  Parker can use my ticket and go to the game with you guys.”

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

“Yeah, though it is a little chilly.  Do you have anything I could borrow to cover up with?  I’m cold blooded and all…”

“Sure, here, hop in the car.  I happen to have an old Iowa Marching Band raincoat that you can cover up with.  It even has the old fuzzy fleece liner in it.  I’ll even tuck you in.”

So, we started walking to the game.

Parker made some friends along the way too.

It took a little while to get in, but we got there just in time.

It was a little quiet for a while after that.

Parker got a little bored during half time…

He takes after the defense.

A little while later, they got ready to kick off the second half, and we’re all lucky Parker was there.

Parker quickly ran down and restrained the unruly fan.  After all, we’d hate to see the Minnesota team catch fire for the first time since Decker got hurt.

The second half was, shall we say, less than photogenic.  But at least one fan in front of us did get pretty excited.

Until we finally arrived at the greatest (if also most blurry) play in football, the victory formation.

A side note, dinosaurs are incredibly slow on steps.  So, it took a little while to get down there and we missed Floyd, but we did get to see…

So, after the meanie security guard, we decided to go meet the band.  They were much nicer, one even let Parker try his horn.

Then we went over to meet the cheer leaders, they were pretty nice too, and seemed to like Parker…

Over all it was a fun game and a great day.

Until next time Mr Kinnick, until next time.

I was thinking of writing a lengthy essay praising ugly college football, but I’ll try to keep it short.

(Side note, “ugly” here being defined as the type of football that results in the “ugly wins” for Iowa this year- defense heavy, forced turnovers, close games (even if they shouldn’t be), 3 yards and a cloud of dust.  Not the “ugly” as in Illinois this year, which just makes you feel bad for them.  I’m referring to the style of play rather than the basic ability level.)

And I don’t just love it because we’ve been winning that way this year (okay, I would probably like it rather than love it if that were not the case).  Even if we had lost against Michigan State, you have to admit, that was a great game. I love ugly football because it puts the focus on the defense.  I love it because it rips apart the hero worship, the quarterback is the only player who matters view that some people have of football, and puts the whole team in the spot light.  It’s a battle of wills, 3 yards and cloud of dust, instead of a two and a half hour game of keep away.  It forces you to remember that it’s a team sport and not just a race for the Heisman.  It forces you to remember those are kids out there and everyone of them is fallible.  That some of them were at their high school proms six months ago. It reminds you that the linemen matter.  A lot.  That a tipped ball can change the game.  That a linebacker getting an extra step is just as important of a part of the game as a receiver running the wrong route (which often turns into “the quarterback making a bad throw”, because he’s the only player on the field, right?).  Because unlike the NFL, where it’s the best of the best of the best, and the play books are interchangeable, in ugly college football, you see the players grow and develop their skills.  You see some of them rise up and some of them falter.  You watch freshmen step up to fill in for an injury. You see a different playbook and strategy every week on both sides of the ball.  Ugly football reminds you of one of the most important aspects of college football, and what makes it a sport worth watching – it’s hugely unpredictable, and every second matters.

And that in many senses, it’s also all so arbitrary.  A couple inches different on any of a huge number of plays, or a penalty called or missed, the ball being a little more slippery from the rain or a running back having a little better grip because he put on different gloves, and Iowa could easily be 4-4 instead of 8-0 so far this season.  Just as many plays the other way, and the 2008 team (9-4) could have had an undefeated season.  And how ridiculous that makes the eternal debate of who’s the best team in college football.  Never mind who’s the best if the championship is played in the rain.  Or in a dome.  Or if they went to play offs and it gave player an extra week to patch up injuries.

It’s ugly, it’s beautiful, it’s a battle of inches and a flip of the coin.  But that’s life.

Go Hawks.

First off, I know I have a hugely juvenile sense of humor, but this is hilarious.

Second, I’ve heard people from several schools claim that The Hawkeye Victory Polka (the official name of The Beer Song according to the university) originated at their school, and they’ve been playing it forever, and that Iowa must have gotten it from them.  The University of Wyoming, Michigan Tech, and even Wisconsin have claimed it as theirs.  It’s not.  Iowa started it.  I’m not saying that Iowa created the song, it’s traditional and has been around forever.  I’m saying, as best I can tell (and I’ve looked a fair amount), Iowa was the first to use it as a tradition at college sporting events.  Don’t believe me?  Watch this, and wait for about 3:10 in.  I would usually say skip ahead, but with this particular instance it’s worth watching.

1985.  If you can provide video evidence of an earlier use of it in college football, I’ll yield (actually, I’ll just dig until I find an older one of Iowa).

On the more serious side of Iowa Football history – this post on BHGP has a good appreciation of Forest Evashevski, former Iowa coach and the only Iowa coach (crosses finger) so far (uncrosses finger) to win a Rose Bowl, who is currently battling liver cancer.  Worth the quick read.  Here’s a bit more about one of his teams:

Further down in the same post is a link to this interesting article about what happens in the locker room during half time, which is basically summed up by Pat Angerer, “If you need a rah-rah speech at halftime, you’re playing the wrong sport.”  He’s quickly becoming my favorite source of Iowa Football quotes.  I also really like this one from ESPN:

“Our job is to put the fire out,” said linebacker Pat Angerer, who led Iowa with nine tackles, a sack and a pass breakup. “It’s as simple as that. We just said, ‘We’re back out here, we might as well stop them.’”

Might as well, didn’t really have any other plans for tonight anyway.  And what effect has this defensive style had on our opponents so far?  Something like this.

And speaking of our defense, let us now here from Norm Parker’s toes (that will make ever slightly more sense if you note that Norm is currently down to 7 remaining toes).  Also, I think there’s a good chance that if I do have kids, “Parker” might have to be in one of their names somewhere.

I got a flyer in the mail today about the upcoming Minneapolis elections.  Apparently, we’ll be using ranked choice voting:

I know people tend to have pretty strong feelings one way or the other about ranked choice voting, though I have to admit I’m not really well informed enough on the issue and how it affects things to really have a strong opinion.  However, in reading over the flyer, I did find the candidates and their party affiliations interesting, let’s zoom in on that a bit:

I like it.  Though a little odd that a couple of the parties fielded multiple candidates for the same race.  Someone dropped the ball on strategy there, or there’s some rebels in the party.

On a vaguely related note, does anyone remember the Giant Sloth Party (named for the full sized (huge) giant sloth in the University of Iowa Museum of Natural History) that used to run for positions in the University of Iowa student government?  Are they still around?

Previous post on the topic here.

So, according to Black Heart, Gold Pants (a great blog for Hawkeye football news and entertainment), it cost $370,000 to paint the water tower outside of Kinnick Stadium.

And they only paint it every 10-15 years.

And they did it 3 years ago.

And the UIHC is every bit as much the huge bureaucratic giant three-toed sloth one would expect from an organization that’s state owned, involved with medicine, and associated with a University.

In other words, if you start introducing the idea to paint the water tower with a Hawkeye theme to the various UIHC committee meetings, long term vision proposals, scoping exploratory commissions, etc now, you might have a chance to get it painted black, or gold, but not both, the next time they paint it in 2016-2021.

I don’t see why we couldn’t paint a black Tiger Hawk over the existing white for something more like $30-40k.  It would take relatively little paint (compared to painting the whole thing), none of the intricate detail parts on the uprights, and since I would assume part of the expense is using special paint that will protect the metal underneath, that’s already taken care of by the existing coat, so you could use normal house paint (maybe).  And then you could still do my awesome Hawk Signal idea (see the end of the previous post for the reference).

For those not familiar, there is a huge water tower outside of Kinnick Stadium in Iowa City.  It is blindly, glaringly lacking any sort of Tiger Hawk, and for that mater, any black OR gold paint at all.  It’s one of those things that after a morning of tailgating, and seeing roughly 150,000 Tiger Hawk logos around you (I’m not exaggerating, that would be just over 2 per fan, which is actually probably quite low, and that’s just in the stadium), you look up at this enormous looming structure over the stadium and go, “What the hell?”

Let me illustrate with a couple of pictures I found on the web (I’d go take one myself, but that whole 5 hour drive each way thing…):

Now why, you may ask, would you leave something so imposing and prominently visible unadorned?  Well, from what I can find, it’s because the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics (UIHC) owns the water tower and hates Iowa Football.  Iowa in general really.  As well as fun.   They hate fun, Iowa Football, Tiger Hawks, Kinnick Stadium, Iowa fans, school spirit / pride, and the state of Iowa at large.  In short, they hate all things good and holy in this world.

However, the forces of good are gathering.  There is currently a petition to get the water tower painted.  And a Facebook group.  Also, Gary Barta, the Iowa athletics director, is on board.  Let’s get that sucker painted.

To help facilitate this, I’m not only blogging to raise awareness, and promoting the Facebook group and the petition, I’d like to offer some poorly photoshoped design ideas, as what to put on it still seems pretty nebulous.

I’ll present them in order of least offensive to the Fun Haters at the UIHC, to most awesome.

Candiate One:

So, it’s still lame.  It’s still isn’t really football or Hawkeye, but it does at least get UI up there in some form.  It would let the UIHC feel like they have continued to thumb their collective noses at football fans, but it’s something.  And perhaps it will at least remind the opposing team’s players that they may be on the way to the hospital.

Candiate Two:

Incrementally better.  At least now we’re talking about the school.  It’s still white so you can’t really claim any safety concerns for helicopters crashing into it (though really you could paint it any color and put some lights on it and still get over that, there are plenty of other darkly colored structures in Iowa City they’ve managed to avoid so far.).  It’s a middle ground.  We’ve got something that could be associated with the hospital, or the school, or the team.  It shows a little pride and is dignified.  It strikes me as feasible if a little boring.

Candidate Three:

We’ve got some school colors up there.  It’s simple, it’s clean, it sticks to school spirit while still potentially being acceptable to the overlords at the UIHC.  With some decent photoshopping skills, it might not look to bad at all.  But, we all know what really belongs up there…

Candidate Four:

You can’t argue, it’s perfect.  It’s the logo of the school and says nothing of the UIHC, but they can paint the other side with whatever they like (though if it’s a Cyclone just to spite football fans they may be lynched, just saying).  It’s a hawk flying in the sky.  It’s what belongs there.  End of story.  I admit that it may be a little hard to get it to look right with the curve of the water tower and the perspective of the field, but think of all the graduating Art Majors with no jobs – let’s put them to work.

As a bonus, just think of what it would look like if properly illuminated at night (you know, for the helicopter’s safety and all):

You should go sign the petition, and join the Facebook group.

Iowa Hawkeye Football 2008 – The Year in Photos from HFM Ride on Vimeo.

Via Black Heart, Gold Pants

In other news, it’s a sad, sad day in Iowa football… they’re putting astroturf in Kinnick.  You can’t have 3 yards and a cloud of dust if there is no dust.  Next thing you know, we’ll be running a damn spread offense.

I wonder if they’ll sell the turf like they did the bricks when they redid the South end zone and press box.  How cool would it be to have a little square of Kinnick grass growing in a pot.  That would be the best house plant ever.  I’m serious.  Do you think they’ll sell the turf?

So it’s official.  The Game Which Must Not Be Named* will be played between the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Arizona Cardinals.  I’m quite happy about this.  What’s that you say?

“But Kearn, you don’t care about pro football, only college football.  And aside from Mike Humpal (Steelers) and Kenny Iwebema (Cardinals), there’s not even a strong tie to Iowa football here.”

And that’s where you’re wrong.

In case you haven’t noticed, the Steelers’ uniforms bear a striking resemblance to those worn by Iowa.  Though both teams have always worn black and gold, when Hayden Fry started at Iowa, he had the Iowa uniforms redone to more closely mimic those of the Steelers.  At the time, the Steelers were winning The Game Which Must Not Be Named left and right, and the Hawkeyes were, well, not.  Hayden thought it would help psychologically to look like a great team, and it did.  This is also when the Pink Locker Room came into existence.  Hayden was big on psychology.

Fast forward to the present day, Iowa has been in January bowl games 5 of the last 7 seasons, most recently winning the Outback Bowl (against a red bird themed team no less).  And the Steelers are in The Game Which Must Not Be Named against the Cardinals.  Coincidence?  I think not.  Iowa is just returning the favor to the Steelers after all these years.

Better yet is the opponent, the Cardinals.  Who wear red and white.  And have a cardinal for a mascot.  Can we think of any teams Iowa plays that look like this?  Perhaps an intrastate rival?  Perhaps a team that has a Cardinal for a mascot?

That’s right, it’s Iowa vs Iowa State in The Game Which Must Not Be Named.

What more can a Hawkeye fan ask for?  Except perhaps Iowa beating USC mercilessly in the National Championship game, at the Rose Bowl, ending with all USC fans collectively hanging themselves upon realizing what total assholes they are.  Have I mentioned I don’t much care for USC or their fans?  In case I haven’t, I don’t much care for USC or their fans.

*Because the NFL is super-douchebagy when it comes to references made to the superlative soup container.

Every year, the Iowa and Minnesota football teams play for a bronze statue of a pig called Floyd of Rosedale.  However, most people don’t know the back story of Floyd, or if they do, just something to the effect of “the governors bet a pig”.  I came across this article on Minnesota Public Radio’s website after last year’s game, and have been waiting to share it since.  It has to be one of the most interesting stories of a college football trophy out there.

As a preview, it dates back to the 1930’s and centers around Ozzie Simmons.  Ozzie was a great Iowa running back, and a black man in a time of rampant discrimination.  The story also features Ronald Reagan, a real pure-bred Hampshire hog, an amputated finger, and threats of mob violence.

As a side note of interest, the trophy weights 98.3 pounds.

For any of the Hawkeye fans out there looking for good blog dedicated to irreverent coverage of Iowa athletics (and by athletics, I basically mean football and basketball), try out Black Heart, Gold Pants (occasionally, or somewhat frequently, NSFW).

A relevant post for the upcoming Minnesota game this weekend.

For a general flavor of the site, Celebrity Jeopardy with Sarah Palin, Burt Reynolds, and Joe Paterno.  (Visually fine, but definately not for reading aloud at work.)

Black Heart, Gold Pants actually used to be The Hawkeye Compulsion.  I mention the fact only so it makes sense to link to this post on The Hawkeye Compulsion from August 2007, on the topic of if each Big Ten team was a car, what car would they be.  It’s outdated, and shows just how much the Big Ten can change in that amount of time.  But, if you remember the traditional position of each team in the conference, and specifically where they were at the start of that season, it may be the best blog post ever.

This weekend, my Hawkeyes knocked off the number 3 team in the country.  In the pregame, the announcers were not even discussing if Penn State would win, but if they would do so with sufficient “style points” to make a case for being in the national championship game.  Lets see how that worked out for them…

The ending still comes up short of the all time best ending of a football game ever in the history of ever (which of course goes to Iowa vs LSU at the Capital One Bowl 2005), but one of the better overall games I’ve seen in a long time.

Go Hawks!!

A segment from ESPN’s E:60 about the Aplington-Parkersburg’s football team after the tornado there this spring:

I’ll admit I got a little teary eyed watching that.  That doesn’t happen often.

The kinds of people in the video are why I still like to refer to myself as an Iowan, even though I’ve lived in Minnesota for over 3 years now.  I think this is why I still find myself referring to Iowa as “home”.