Something, son. I've been watching this game since the days when a player's word meant something and your helmet decal was earned, not leased for a season. This "brotherhood" talk is a nice story, but I've seen what happens when you don't keep up. We had a culture at Millikin under Coach Johnson in the late 80s that was iron-clad, but when the landscape shifted, you had to adapt or get left behind. Sitting here pretending you're above using the tools available is a surefire way to end up 4-6 and watching the playoffs from your couch. I remember when we used to battle Augustana every year and that rivalry meant something because both teams fought to get better, not just clung to some romantic ideal. If you aren't using every avenue to improve your roster, you're failing your players. Championships aren't won by sentimentality, they're won by having the best players on the field. These kids today might move around, but if you can bring in a game-changer who wants to compete, you take him. The "right way" is the way that puts points on the board and wins in the column. Otherwise, you're just telling yourself a comforting story while the teams willing to modernize pass you by.