You're preaching to the choir about the portal, but don't you dare act like your program was some bastion of purity. I've watched the Cobbers since the Jim Christopherson days, and I remember your teams cycling through juniro college guys just like everyone else, you just didn't have the internet to whine about it. The difference is we built something that lasted. We had guys like Brett Baune who were four-year starters, and you knew every snap he took. That's a real legacy. Your nostalgia for Quincy and bus rides to Kirksville is sweet, but it ignores that your own conference sold its soul chasing television dollars long before the portal existed, leaving rivalries like ours in the dust. You talk about the Miner's Cup, but you'll turn around and celebrate when your school jumps to some super-conference that kills a hundred Miner's Cups. You can't mourn the loss of stories while your own administrators helped burn the library down. The portal is a mess, but it's the symptom, not the disease. The disease was when schools like yours decided that tradition was something to be sold to the highest bidder. So save your tears for the rivalries your own greed destroyed. At least our guys in Moorhead still understand what it means to wear the same jersey for more than a season.