October 14, 2010

by Angela Groce

There is an old African proverb which states, “when the music changes, so does the dance.” If this proverb holds truth or sustenance than it should be posted above all entrances to Joe Aillet Stadium after this week.

If you missed the passing  conversations over the echoes of radio waves this week, then you have missed the whispered tones of tribal warfare among fellow Rustonites.

A battle of the ages has begun, literally.

The unique and untouchable atmosphere college football offers to its devout followers is unseen by any other sport. It supplies fans with the thrill of victory, the emotion of unbelievable moments and unspeakable plays only the sanctity of a stadium can entertain within its walls.

These are supposed to be the things which draw us to the game. We stand up to cheer, to engage ourselves as the 12th man for our team. We become the Gatorade our team needs to push through to get a win.

No matter how or in what ways, we strive to create an atmosphere where our gladiators will achieve a victorious breakthrough.

If it means walking across the hill in mid-November with a painted chest of blue and red to represent your team, we love it.

If it means wearing a red shirt to complete the scene of a sideline deluged in a Red Out for the sole purpose of putting fear in the eyes of the opposing visitors, we feed off it.

If it means standing on your own two feet above the bleachers to jump with limitless bounds to the serenade of Zombie land, creating an earthquake shuttering that stops a 4th and 1 for your defense, we live for it.

Yes, all of these things we do for our team, we support no matter our age or background.

We just do it.

For some college students, a song or video played on the Dawgzilla videoboard can pump them up for the gameday experience.

But for some it is not a sign of engaging into a battle.

It’s because either the music is not what we are use to hearing, or it hurts our ears, or it’s just not our style of music.

For some who may not like the songs or videos that display themselves in Joe Aillet Stadium, you have to understand times change. The widening age gap may be present, but we have to adapt to the new things in life by merging together, both old and new.

If we are able to do all those things to support our team from body painting to bleacher jumping, than the voices of 10,000 students saying “throw your hands up” should cause no uproar, because it injects an atmosphere for our players on the field of battle.

If it brings a victory, than bring it on.

But with the support of defending any means necessary to lead our team to victory, we as the student body must create a stadium worth attending.

Support our Bulldogs. Defend the ground they tread with reckless abandonment. No matter if we win or lose, if it is blistering hot or pounding down rain. Engage in the pursuit of leading your team to victory.

Attend the game with your brilliance of blue, be a college to be feared for its home crowd. If we as the students do not make the stand for change than we can have no room to complain for it.

We matter. Whether it’s singing an anthem rap song or screaming “How bout them Dawgs,” until your throat burns, we matter.

Let’s come together as fans of the game. As fans of this university, whether we like rap or we like country, whether we sit or we stand to cheer. We are all there for one purpose: to lift our Dawgs to victory.

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