Tradition: I suppose this breaks down by age. I've been to many a Griz football game, but well before that, I'd watched Griz basketball, up close and with passion, beginning with the glorious era started by Jud Heathcote. Saw Micheal Ray, a one-man gang, destroy a Pacific team in Stockton, while my buddy from Butte, always looking for a fight, baited the entire Pacific student section. Witnessed, either in person or at a sports bar, the many Griz battles at the Big Dance, whether Custer-like humiliations to UNLV, Syracuse and Wisconsin, the near-loss to New Mexico, or actual wins against Utah State and Nevada, not to mention the epic battle against UCLA. While scattered in between: The first time I saw Derrick Pope play at San Jose State; the first time I saw the great Larry K or the magnificent Brian Qvale (both times at Pacific); witnessed the incredible play Will Cherry pulled off at USF, where he stole a ball side-court for a breakaway but was on a collision course with a gazelle-like USF defender soaring in from a different angle in a vain attempt to block Will's thunderous dunk; or more recently, the two Griz victories over Pac12 teams, one at Oregon, another at UCLA (both in person.) You just can't argue with first love, and basketball was always mine. But there's more...
Challenge: Every game I've mentioned was against Division One teams, in some cases the very best college basketball has to offer. There's just nothing to get the blood pumping and the stomach churning like a game against a superior opponent. UCLA, Oregon, Duke, Kansas, Gonzaga, Washington--bring 'em on! Problems? Oh, yeah! But problems spell opportunity. I love the thrill of games like this, and the eagerness of DeCuire to schedule them, and to recruit to their level, the while our football team goes up against opponents I no longer care about--Weber, Northern Colorado, North Dakota, not to mention the non-conference duds. Who cares? We've been whomping these guys for a quarter of a century. They can only get better, while we "maintain." Even a "national championship" has lost its appeal with the defections of so many good schools from the 1-aa level. In basketball, if you win the conference, you at least get to go up against the best of the best. And when you do, even a first-round victory brings your school far more attention and publicity than a second-rate "national title." I once felt intensely the challenge of our football program to win a national title, but for me, the thrill is gone. DeCuire meanwhile is attempting something grand, something beyond the thinking of many Montanans, not only to play against the very best but to compete with the very best, and because of his efforts, I'm loving my first love more than ever.
Challenge: Every game I've mentioned was against Division One teams, in some cases the very best college basketball has to offer. There's just nothing to get the blood pumping and the stomach churning like a game against a superior opponent. UCLA, Oregon, Duke, Kansas, Gonzaga, Washington--bring 'em on! Problems? Oh, yeah! But problems spell opportunity. I love the thrill of games like this, and the eagerness of DeCuire to schedule them, and to recruit to their level, the while our football team goes up against opponents I no longer care about--Weber, Northern Colorado, North Dakota, not to mention the non-conference duds. Who cares? We've been whomping these guys for a quarter of a century. They can only get better, while we "maintain." Even a "national championship" has lost its appeal with the defections of so many good schools from the 1-aa level. In basketball, if you win the conference, you at least get to go up against the best of the best. And when you do, even a first-round victory brings your school far more attention and publicity than a second-rate "national title." I once felt intensely the challenge of our football program to win a national title, but for me, the thrill is gone. DeCuire meanwhile is attempting something grand, something beyond the thinking of many Montanans, not only to play against the very best but to compete with the very best, and because of his efforts, I'm loving my first love more than ever.