College football has committed itself to transitioning from being a completely unique and fun alternative to the NFL with its own character to being a shitty NFL knock off that dispenses with all that was great about CFB and replaces it with none of what is great about the NFL
@statefansnation If they are making that kind of money why should their tuition, fees, and housing be paid for? Spend that money on STUDENTS that deserve it.
It started with a private jet and a lie.
In early 1986, Bo Jackson was a senior at Auburn University — the reigning Heisman Trophy winner and a rare athlete dominating both football and baseball. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers, holding the first overall pick in the 1986 NFL Draft, wanted him badly. Owner Hugh Culverhouse arranged a private jet to bring him to Tampa.
He told Jackson the trip had been cleared by the NCAA.
It hadn’t.
When Jackson returned, he was ruled ineligible for the rest of his senior baseball season. A season taken from him.
He believed it wasn’t a mistake.
He told Culverhouse: draft me if you want—you’ll waste the pick.
They drafted him anyway. First overall. Offered him $7.6 million.
He said no.
Instead, he signed with the Kansas City Royals for $1.07 million and went to the minor leagues. Bus rides. Empty seats. No guarantees.
From the outside, it looked irrational.
From the inside, it was principle.
On November 30, 1987 — his 25th birthday — Jackson lined up for the Los Angeles Raiders on Monday Night Football against the Seattle Seahawks. Linebacker Brian Bosworth had promised to stop him.
He didn’t.
Jackson took a handoff, broke outside, and ran 91 yards for a touchdown — past defenders, past the sideline, straight into the tunnel.
Later, he ran straight through Bosworth at the goal line.
221 rushing yards.
His fifth NFL game.
Then baseball came.
In 1989, he was named MVP of the MLB All Star Game — chasing down impossible plays and hitting a home run off Rick Reuschel that traveled nearly 450 feet.
Two sports. Two leagues. One athlete.
But the most remarkable thing about Bo Jackson wasn’t the speed or the power.
It was the refusal.
He refused to reward dishonesty.
He refused to let money erase what had been done to him.
He chose a bus ride over millions because some things matter more than numbers.
His career ended too soon — a devastating hip injury in 1991 changed everything.
But his legacy didn’t.
Bo Jackson remains the only athlete ever named an All-Star in both Major League Baseball and the National Football League.
And that legacy began with a decision.
A 22-year-old sitting on the ground in Auburn, his baseball season gone, choosing not to bend.
He didn’t break.
The world adjusted around him.
Non-revenue sports don’t always get the flowers. But @PackWTennis just beat the No. 1 team in the ACC to win a conference championship!
Retweet to get them the attention they earned. 🌹🎾🏆 #GoPack#PackTennis
Happy Tax Day. The top 1% pays 40% of all income taxes, the top 10% pays 72% and the top 25% pays 87% of all income taxes. Meanwhile the bottom 50% pays ZERO income taxes. For all of you actually paying taxes, do you think your tax dollars are being spent well?
IRS: you owe us taxes
Me: how much do I owe?
IRS: you get to figure that out
Me: can I just pay what I want?
IRS: no we know exactly how much you owe but you have to guess the number too
Me: what if I guess wrong?
IRS: jail
Happy tax day!
If you take $500 from someone who works, and give $100 to five lazy people then you lost one vote, but gained five votes.
Thats the Democrat Party in a nut shell.
So let me get this straight, I go to the grocery store and buy … a pound of sliced turkey in a plastic bag, a loaf of bread in a plastic bag, a gallon of milk in a plastic jug, a pack of napkins in plastic wrap, a store-made salad in a plastic tub, a plastic bottle of mustard and ketchup, but they won't give me a plastic bag to carry it home because the plastic bag is bad for the environment? 🙄😂
Today in 1979, you patiently waited by the radio for three hours to record your favorite song. You finally got it, but it sounded like ass because the cassettes your mom bought were made by a 6-year-old Guatemalan boy using goat intestines.