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hollis
Nov 6, 2005 7:13:35 GMT -5
Post by B02 on Nov 6, 2005 7:13:35 GMT -5
Imagine that a person choosing a school because the coach made it really clear that he wants the player to come play for him. What player would not want that? I guess instead they want to be called once a month and ignored. I am happy that the coaching staff stays in constant contact with the recruits, because that way the player knows that the school is genuinely interested in him.
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hollis
Nov 6, 2005 9:01:19 GMT -5
Post by sbu79 on Nov 6, 2005 9:01:19 GMT -5
It's Sunday morning and the paper is late, so I let Dem's mention of the old AOL Bonas board take my mind back to those times. I remember posting a lot more there. It seemed like we had a smaller community of posters who were hungry to talk about (and support) the Brown Indians and maybe even reconnect with someone. I can remember Dem asking my name when he first saw my moniker.
Even then, when the the "Unofficial Bonas Site" was started, many of the AOLers were reluctant to participate there because of the lower level of civility. I hate to say it, but it seems that as the average poster got closer to campus, the tenor turned more negative. Grudge and innuendo fueled rumors were a larger part of the dialog.
Being old enough to have gone through the introduction of e-mail into the workplace, I remember how easy it was for people (and remains so for some) to disconnect their words from the experience of conversation. Just because some writers were not with the people listening to their words, they lost touch with common manners of conversation (and inhibitions) and wrote things they would never have said in a room full of listeners. Can we contributors to the Bandwagon be falling into the same behavior?
I don't know about the rest of you, but I still read the Bandwagon to hear the latest about the Bonnies. I'm disappointed when I check in and there are no new posts. Every new post is a little like a wrapped present, and I eagerly rip it open to see what's inside. Sometimes it's the new model car I wanted, and sometimes it's just a pair of socks from Grandma. And sometimes its a lump of coal. But I'll keep reading and anticipating what's in the next one.
Lastly - even though things get out of hand sometimes, I still thank Scoot and Fox and Bona91 for providing a place for those presents to be found.
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