I discovered, quite by accident, that my former home of Washington, D.C. was actually an ideal location for falling in love with college football, precisely because there’s no football power in the city. Each fall I’d become aware of a deep divide between my friends who attended Ivy League universities and those who studied at public universities in the South or across the Midwest. At parties, the former group would be immersed in the usual Washington small talk: the prospects for social security or immigration reform and the usual political and media gossip; the latter, by contrast, were liberated by the return of something much more important—the opening kickoff.The author began his discovery at Michigan, where the team on the field is often good, and the band is always boring. His observation, however, might say much about the positional arms race in which the most selective universities (as measured by their "selectivity" or perhaps their yield management) are not necessarily the football powers, let alone the public flagships with pretty good football programs. On one hand, he might have discovered the secret of the Eastern Establishment: they lack a life. On the other hand, he might have discovered that the graduates of the less selective universities are more easily distracted.
(Via Phi Beta Cons.)