With each passing year over the last decade+, my passion for Hawkeye sports has steadily waned to the point of being on life support. There was a time I really lamented losing one of my life-long passions and activities but, any more, I don't pay that much attention (still don't even know the final score for the Nebraska bball game).
Sure, there are a few moments, here and there, that are memorable and special and you feel some pride. There are a few more where, if I watch, I flare up and spout off. The majority of the time, I just find myself shaking my head in disappointment / disgust, then, shrugging it off in apathy.
There's just nothing more that can or needs to be said, no more polls, no more assessments, no more suggestions, no more complaints ... none of it matters or makes a difference. Gary Barta and the BTN have won.
We common fans are waaay down the list of importance to the $urvival of the athletic program. As long as big donor$ and corporate $pon$ors keep coughing it up for their photo ops, back slaps and private facility tours with KF and FMac ... as long as the Big10-or-so keeps up with its socialistic distribution of wealth from the BTN and bowls ... who gives a rip about a few thousand disgruntled fans and their measly $1000 season ticket going through their seasonal gripes about the lack of success. Gary Barta knows that most of you have proven to be nothing more than blowhards and gutless rubes when it comes to actually walking with your wallets and he looks forward to sending you his gratitude in a cheery, form e-mail when you renew next year.
Gary Barta doesn't feel one flicker of flame of heat to worry about the quality of product on the field or court, let alone that he would be fired. All the proof you need is one glance at his atrocious track record in the "Directors Cup" (see CJHawkeye's signature line). If that's not enough, take a look at the verdict and settlement in his discrimination case.
Good Lord, if that glad-handing, smarmy, git hasn't been fired by now, he never will be! As long as he avoids any sort of complicit connection to sexual abuse (which is the level of despicable you have to meet these days in order to stir up enough outrage to be fired) he's golden and the University of Iowa athletics is anchored to mediocrity.
Bottom line ... sit down, shut up and live with it for the foreseeable future. It's the Iowa way.