Happy Festivus! I’ve previously confessed to being a big Seinfeld fan. If you haven’t seen the episode, you’re looking for Season 9, episode 10, available on Netflix. (Fun fact: this episode includes the great Bryan Cranston and Tracy Letts.) Some may recall that I even created a variant on the holiday called Testivus in my previous role coordinating campus assessment, as described in a previous post. And any proper Seinfeld aficionado will tell you Festivus hasn’t really begun without The Airing of Grievances. I’ve got a lot of problems with you people, and now you’re gonna hear about it!

College Football: I’ll begin with what is perhaps a controversial take, in keeping with the tradition of Festivus: College football in 2025 is stupid. Full disclosure – I graduated with my Bachelor’s degree from the University of Texas at Arlington, which cancelled their football program literally the year before I enrolled. I was drum major of UTA’s band during its initial years without football, and we didn’t miss the sport one bit, mainly because UTA football, despite producing some quality players who had productive NFL careers, was collectively mired in mediocrity for nearly two decades prior to its cancellation in 1985. So I will allow that my perspective is biased, and I completely understand when people who attend or have attended other schools tell me stories about how fun it is/was to attend football games on Saturdays. And I’ve observed video evidence of many cool traditions at a variety of schools. So despite my background and bias, I get that college football can be a very cool experience, as it should be. I wish it was so simple, and I congratulate schools like the University of North Texas, where it is, for the most part.

But as with many cool phenomena in this world, there’s a line that can be crossed, and when it is, the cool factor is ruined. College football, as an institution, has crossed that line, maybe even obliterated it. The primary impetus is money. The primary evidence of this is seen across the sport – NIL, the transfer portal, the College Football Playoff, the bowl system. None of those things are inherently bad. NIL is actually a positive idea in theory, allowing athletes a chance to earn money from their own skills instead of just reserving it for the schools, and NIL works across many sports. The transfer portal (also active in multiple sports) is also a good idea in theory, because the old rule where a transfer had to miss a season was kind of stupid. The College Football Playoff – another great idea in theory. The bowl system was hugely entertaining for years, although the aforementioned developments in the sport have all but killed them.

Honestly, money has corrupted college football for decades. It is no secret that boosters have dropped millions of dollars under-the-table in years past to entice recruits…all in the name of winning. Because a good football team helps your school?!? The rationale escapes me, particularly when the best schools in the USA aren’t football powerhouses. One wonders if those funds could better serve society by actually helping people, but either way, big spending in the name of school pride is nothing new. And it has rightfully led to scandals, although only SMU has ever experienced true justice for its dealings. What’s happened in recent years, though, is comical. Through well-intended measures ostensibly designed to improve the game, college football is headed toward a winner-take-all cliff. NIL and the transfer portal have expanded the financial resources needed just to field a team at all while simultaneously reducing the game to a literal root-for-the-laundry festival of one-and-done rental players. The Playoff, which was supposed to mirror how basketball champions are determined, I suppose, has just led to teams getting upset when they’re left out. They literally take their ball and go home, refusing to play in any bowls. Eventually the lack of entertaining matchups threatens to derail the bowls altogether. The game has essentially become a race to see who can spend the most, on head coaches and players. And those players are basically untouchable on a human level because of the money. The concept of the student-athlete has died. There are people out there who can say they literally attended classes with Earl Campbell or Joe Montana. Not anymore. College football has long been the proverbial minor league for the NFL, but now it carries NFL-level financial commitments and NFL-level boundaries. Literal teenagers are making pro-level money, given to them by loosely regulated groups – no franchises, no true governing body, no commissioner. No one actually looking out for the good and integrity of the game. And certainly no one pondering the consequences of handing that much money to a kid who just turned old enough to vote or perhaps to purchase alcohol.

In the meantime, college football fans have arguably become the worst part of the institution. They rush to defend every single action of their highly-paid players, no matter how indefensible. “Sure, he’s an a**hole, but he’s our a**hole” is not the argument you think it is. Nor is “everybody does it.” Shame has died. Fans expect nothing of their team’s players as people. They don’t care about what will happen to these guys after football at all. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that those players will only be around this season. Fans also desperately seek excuses for including their team in the playoff, or for their team refusing to play in a bowl. They don’t really love the game; they don’t even truly love their team. They care only about their team winning, not how, even if it’s to the detriment of the game. Even if it’s to the detriment of the school whose students pay fees to help underwrite the program. That kind of attitude will eventually, ultimately, lead to the demise of the sport. If college football truly is a fun, tradition-filled good time on a Saturday afternoon, then it’s time the fandom stop worrying so much about polls and committees, and just enjoy the experience. Support the team, win or lose, and be honest with yourselves about your team, its players, and where all of this should fit in your lives.

Obsession with Politics: Speaking of attitude ultimately leading to demise, next on my list of grievances is politics – specifically, obsession with politics. And granted, this topic could turn into a screed about a consummate narcissist who seeks to make everything about him, but I don’t want to talk about a**holes. Griping about a**holes is like complaining about bad weather – it’s (they’re) always going to be there, so the best response is honestly to just put on a coat, carry an umbrella, or otherwise take measures to cope with it (them) and get on with your life. And frankly, I don’t even want to talk about the media’s obsession with a specific a**hole, allowing him to dominate the news cycle with his narcissism and grift. Maybe another time.

No, I’m talking about someone you know…maybe someone you know well. Could be a relative. Could be a friend. This person is constantly obsessed with a political ideology, party, figure, or narrative, much like the worst college football fan is constantly obsessed with their team’s record or stats. Moreover, this person views literally everything in life through an imaginary litmus test born of that political obsession. They don’t want to watch that particular TV show because it has that actor who offended their political sensibilities 20 years ago. They won’t listen to that music because that singer said something mean about “their president” at some point. They won’t eat that food because some ingredient is primarily produced in some nation whose prime minister doesn’t like their favorite politician or share their political viewpoint. They announce to the world that they hereby refuse to visit this city or that state because they’ve elected a particular person or approved a particular policy. They view themselves as constantly under attack – because they’re Christian, because they’re not Christian, because they’re a Republican, because they’re a Democrat, because they work in [insert industry name here], because they’re part of some minority, because they’re a bald white overweight incel, because…, because…, because… And since they’re constantly under attack, they are constantly a victim of…something. And because they are constantly a victim, there’s always something dramatic to address, to discuss, to obsess over, centered solely on their politics. It is exhausting, much like it’s exhausting to hear a college football fan gripe about how the refs hate their team, or the committee hates their school, or how horrible the players from that other team are, and on and on.

And you know what ought to be exhausting? Living your life against a perpetual political backdrop. Pulling out your proverbial litmus test for EVERYTHING. Living life this way makes it impossible to enjoy anything, and for the people truly in your life, it makes it impossible for them to enjoy being around you. You can’t just watch TV or listen to music. You can’t even go to church, lest the priest or preacher say something that offends your political sensibilities. You can’t just have a conversation and be happy that a college student enjoys a class. No, you’ve got to wonder how the class is “indoctrinating” the student. You’ve got to wonder whether the singer supports “your guy.” You watch that movie and complain that the hero(es) were or were not from a particular demographic. You’ve got to assume that somehow this president or that congressman has somehow harmed your life this week, this month, this year. You’ve got to decide if this religious figure, or pop cultural personality, or even family member in front of you shows appropriate fealty to your political icon or ideology. Politics is your religion, and that’s just sad.

If you’re reading the last two paragraphs and nodding your head with someone’s face and demeanor in your head, a word of advice: Let them go. Cut ties. Walk away. Maybe you can’t do it immediately, cold-turkey-style. But you have to get away from it. I know I do, and I am. Life is too short to be forced into vicarious drama driven by someone else’s obsession with their own political fantasies as they offer fealty to people who care not one bit about them or to ideology that is counter to what they need or desire. Sometime I will write a post about the absurdity of politics, but the bottom line is that government is a means to an end, political ideology is mostly nonsense, and none of it should dominate your life.

Terrible Social Media: And speaking of “vicarious drama,” I’ve got news for you about your social media feed – it is every bit as terrible as you think it is, unless you’ve worked hard to prune it and cultivate the content you actually desire to see. Why is it so bad? Because social media, as opposed to traditional media, has basically no barrier to entry. In the golden age of traditional media – we’re talking the days of only 3-5 TV channels and robust terrestrial radio on both AM and FM – content was vetted. Granted, there was a particular profile to the powerbrokers vetting that content, but still. Someone actually took the time to say “This can go on TV/radio; this cannot.” Granted further, not all of the people and content that actually made it to air were high-quality, but the vast majority that got airtime was better than what didn’t. Easily.

The proliferation of cable TV loosened the restrictions on what aired, but there still were, and are, people who vet the content. Journalism has suffered severely from this development because 24-hour news on cable means that so-called “news outlets” are constantly looking to fill airtime, and they’ve resorted to less-than-stellar methods. Giants like Walter Cronkite, Frank Reynolds, and Barbara Walters have given way to hacks that used to be relegated to syndicated late-night shows like A Current Affair. That’s what typically happens when the pool expands. More teams in a league dilutes the talent a bit, so players who might not really deserve to see the field end up playing. Sometimes the talent pool improves or reveals untapped sources that are worthwhile. Sometimes content rises to the occasion – after all, cable networks gave us The Sopranos, The Wire, Breaking Bad, and Homeland. Streaming services have given us Ted Lasso, Stranger Things, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and Severance. All was not lost with the advent of cable, because someone was still attempting to filter out the proverbial wheat from the chaff.

What has social media content given us? Chaff, and lots of it. Reaction videos. Videos claiming to show “the greatest {fill-in-blank] of all time” featuring something that occurred last week. Guys trying to explain movies from years ago that everyone’s already seen and understand. (Seriously, who on this planet needed to see a YouTube video breaking down the “Lone Pine Mall” joke from Back to the Future? Is anyone watching this movie that clueless?) People desperately seeking attention as influencers, and frankly, hopeful that they can earn a spot in legitimate, vetted media by getting noticed on a social media platform. Usually, they’re pretenders. Wannabes. Or maybe they seek to emulate Mr. Beast by generating more extravagant stuff that is still every bit as banal – but hey, they’ve maximized their revenue using the algorithm, so who cares what it is as long as it gets attention? Eyeballs, eyeballs, eyeballs. Subscribers. Views. Clicks. Feeding a financial bottom line, regardless of quality. Welcome to the 21st century. Yes, you can find some entertaining content from the likes of The Holderness Family and certain others, and occasionally there is a proverbial diamond-in-the-rough that might develop into something bigger, but the content you’ll find on social media is, for the most part…exactly what you should expect in a free, unvetted, unregulated environment. All the more reason to get annoyed when YouTube throws an ad in the middle of a video that is as awful as you suspect it is.

And yet, WE are the problem, because the algorithm will continue to feed us stuff when we click on it and linger for more than a few seconds. Sadly, watching someone cook sh**ty spaghetti on her kitchen counter using several jars of Ragu, even if you only stayed there to wonder WTF was happening, will only lead you to receive more videos like this over time. You and me – WE have to show discipline, move away, avoid clicking. It actually takes some work to show such restraint, to build and curate a feed that delivers, if not fulfilling content, at least content that isn’t excretory. The algorithm will feed you what you consume, so it’s up to you to fight the urge to consume junk content and focus on things that are actually appealing.

And that really is the key: with just about all Festivus Grievances, it comes down to one person – the one in the mirror. As much fun as it is to quote the great Jerry Stiller, issues complaints about the world, and act cantankerous at this time of year, when there seems to be so much to do in so little time, the irony of Festivus is that, at its core, it really is a response to how much society has twisted the Christmas season. The sentiment of the holiday fits the mindset of Seinfeld, which sought out comedy in shallow, self-absorbed people who were generally oblivious to the consequences of their actions. Yet instead, three decades later it seems like some people actually celebrate this shallowness and look at Seinfeld characters as a blueprint for how to live their lives. Elaine Benes famously and hilariously asked, “Is it possible I’m not as attractive as I think I am?” It was a subtle and brilliant commentary on her character, one that is lost way too often on all of us in this day and age. People don’t perceive the irony because they aren’t honest with themselves. This Festivus, maybe we should look inward, air our grievances to the mirror, and figure out over the next eight days how we’re going to resolve them in the coming year. Happy Festivus to all!