Much has happened in the last decade. A global pandemic. Political upheaval. Economic uncertainty. Social unrest. War. The world feels edgier, unsettled. People are more polarized in their beliefs and, increasingly, more disrespectful in their discourse. Fueled by distrust, emboldened by the relative anonymity of social media and the spontaneous convenience of cell phones, and gaslighted by the faceless algorithms that normalize our worst impulses, it is as if millions of people the world over are silently shouting at each other, creating a collective conscience that lacks empathy, nuance, or compromise. We have all been relegated to an oversimplified, binary existence, where people, events, and beliefs are right or wrong, good or bad, with us or against us. Amidst all this obfuscation, the truth has never been harder to find. Even higher education, which traditionally has been a vehicle driving toward truth, finds itself in the crosshairs, with criticisms inbound from all sides of the political spectrum, questioning its ideology, its value, or both.
Against this chaotic backdrop, college athletics has never been more important. The intense tribalism that accompanies college sports amplifies the feelings we are experiencing in society more broadly (“with us/against us!” “we’re the best/you’re the worst!”). But at a time when the world is trying to pull us apart, college sports endeavors to hold us together. For four hours every fall Saturday and in gymnasiums and tracks and swimming pools and courts and fields and ball diamonds across the country, thousands of people from all walks of life come together to support their school. And in that shared experience, there is magic. Barriers lowered. Friendships forged. Memories made. An authentic moment derived not from a screen but from genuine community and unscripted emotion.