You want to talk about the Big 12 selling off a piece of itself to private equity, and all I can think about is the old concrete steps at Amon G. Carter Stadium before they renovated the place. I remember sitting there in the late 80s, the metal bleachers burning your legs in the September heat, and you could feel every single person in that stadium stomping their feet when we were on defense. The whole place would shake. It was ours. Now we are selling shares of the conference to some hedge fund guys in a boardroom who probably could not find Fort Worth on a map. That is what we have become. We traded the feeling of 40,000 people rattling the old press box for a private capital deal that is supposed to grow league-wide revenue. Revenue for what? So we can pay a 19 year old kid from California to wear our jersey for one season before he portals out to the highest bidder? I miss the days when you could walk up to the old Carter Field ticket booth on gameday morning, hand over a twenty dollar bill, and find a seat in the north end zone. You did not need a corporate suite or a private equity partner to enjoy a Saturday afternoon. The conference realignment already ripped away the rivalries that made the old Southwest Conference special. Every year we lose a little more of what made this place feel like home. Now we are just a line item on some investment portfolio. Gary Patterson used to say that stadium was a fortress because the fans made it one. Hard to feel like a fortress when you are owned by a private equity firm.