The walk-on culture is dead and buried, and it’s the single greatest loss for programs like ours. I remember the 1998 team had three starters who walked on, guys who worked in the cafeteria and then came to practice and out-hit everyone. They built the soul of a team. Now you see Oklahoma State bringing in 50 transfers, or Colorado with 43 new faces. That’s not building a team, that’s assembling a fantasy roster with no heart. It’s a mercenary camp. The walk-on was the lifeblood, the kid from Fargo or Fergus Falls who showed up because he loved the Cobbers, not because he was offered a bag. He earned his letter jacket through blood and sweat, not a signature on a portal entry form. That grit defined us. It defined the MIAC. You knew the guy across from you had the same story. Now? It’s a transactionl free-for-all where loyalty is a punchline. The new coaches talk about “building through the portal” like it’s some revolutionary concept. Jim Christopherson built champions with men who grew up in the program, who waited their turn and fought for every inch. That process forged character you can’t buy. The walk-on was the ultimate proof that the team was bigger than the individual. Now the individual is all that matters, shopping for the best NIL deal. The sport has lost its backbone, and they’re celebrating it as progress. It’s a damn shame.