ESPN ranking portal classes and we are supposed to be impressed. I remember when Pat Jones built teams through junior colleges and walk-ons who would bleed orange. Fifty transfers is not a program, it is a rental car.
You see this Brendan Sorsby situation at Texas Tech and it takes me right back to the old Bedlam wars when we'd beat them in Stillwater and their fans would sit in silence for the whole drive back to Norman. That rivalry meant something because we hated each other for decades not because we shared a transfer portal class. Now Tech loses their starting QB to a gambling addiction and the whole Big 12 race gets reshuffled like it's nothing. BYU and Utah rise up like they've been here forever. Conference realignment destroyed what made this league special. I miss when we knew who our rivals were on September 1st and they were the same ones on November 30th. Now it's just a business arrangement.
Gambling addiction taking out a starting QB in Lubbock and I'm supposed to believe this sport has improved since the 80s. Back then we worried about a kid getting homesick, not betting on games. This whole era feels like a circus.
You see that 2027 five-star list ESPN put out? Twenty-one of them and I guarantee you half will transfer before they ever play a meaningful snap in November. Back in the Les Miles days we had to watch high school film of a kid from Ardmore or Lawton, drive down to his living room, sit with his mama over iced tea, and sell him on the orange and black. You built relationships over two years, not two weeks in the portal. Now some booster slides a check across the table and a kid who has never stepped foot in Stillwater is suddenly our startign left tackle. We used to grow our own. Now we just rent them for a season and act surprised when they leave for the next highest bidder. That is not building a program. That is running a hotel.
You want to know what gets me about this 50-man portal overhaul Eric Morris is doing? It reminds me of the 1988 season when Pat Jones had us at 4-7 and we didn't blow up the roster, we just went back to work. We ran the ball down people's throats and we hit them in the mouth. That's how you build toughness, not by running a draft combine in Stillwater every spring.
I watched Barry Sanders run behind offensive linemen who had been in the program for three years. They knew each other's families. They could block in their sleep. Now we're supposed to believe 50 strangers walking into Boone Pickens is going to create some kind of brotherhood? You can't manufacture grit in a portal window. You earn it through August two-a-days when the heat is cooking and you're throwing up on the sideline next to the same guy who's been next to you for three years.
The 1992 squad that went 0-10-1 didn't go grab 50 mercenaries. They took their lumps, they got tougher, and by 1994 they were bowling again. That's how it used to work. This new model feels like we're building a fantasy football roster instead of a football team. I hope I'm wrong. I really do. But toughness isn't something you can buy on the open market. You either have it in your soul or you don't.
Just saw those NFL scouts ranking quarterbacks for the 2027 draft and it got me thinking about something we have completely lost in this sport. The option offense. Back in the 80s and early 90s, watching Barry Sanders and then Thurman Thomas run that veer out of the I-formation, you could see defenses panic before the ball was even snapped. There was an art to reading the end man on the line of scrimmage, making that split second decision that could turn a four yard gain into a sixty yard touchdown. Now everything is RPOs and spread concepts where the quarterback just looks at a picture and decides. The option took guts, it took timing, it took chemistry between the QB and the back that you cannot build in a tranfer portal window. Coach Pat Jones understood that. You cannot buy that kind of football with NIL money.
Really gets me about this new era of college football? The walk on. Remember when a kid would show up unrecruited, walk into Boone Pickens with nothing but a dream and a high school highlight tape, and earn a roster spot the old fashioned way? Guys like that built the heart of this program back in the 80s and 90s. Pat Jones would find diamonds in the rough at tryouts, kids from small Oklahoma towns who would run through a wall for a chance to wear the orange. Now we bring in 50 portal transfers and the walk on is a dying breed. The staff probably doesnt even know where the practice squad locker room is anymore. You had kids who would stay for five years, redshirt, scout team, special teams, eventually earn a start as a fifth year senior. That was loyalty. That was grit. Now a kid walks on, gets a cup of coffee, and transfers to Tulsa or Central Arkansas the second he doesnt see the field. The whole culture of earning your spot through sweat and blood and late nights in the weight room is gone. Replaced by a spreadsheet and a bag of NIL cash. Makes me sick.
I miss? Sitting in the old stadium on those late October nights when the wind would cut through the bleachers and you could feel the whole place shake. We used to pack in there for the Bedlam games back in the 80s and the energy was something you just cannot buy today. These kids now with their fancy suites and club levels will never understand what it meant to freeze your tail off on those metal benches just to watch the Cowboys grind out a win. That was real football.
All these mock drafts just reminds me we used to send guys to the Holiday Bowl or the Alamo Bowl and it meant something. Now the season ends and half the roster is just waiting for their name to get called by some NFL team they’ve never heard of. The bowl trip was the reward, not just a pit stop before the combine. That 2010 team celebrating in Tempe after the Alamo, that’s what’s missing.
Just saw the news about Oklahoma State bringing in 50 portal transfers. Fifty. That’s not a football team, that’s a convention. It reminds me of the 2011 squad, a group that grew together and fought for each other. You can’t build that with a receipt.
This is what realignment has done. It’s not just about maps and TV deals anymore. It’s created this frantic, desperate atmosphere where a program feels it has to completely gut itself and start over every few years just to keep up in a league that doesn’t even resemble the one we signed up for. We used to know our opponents, their tendencies, their best players. Now we’re playing a schedule full of strangers while trying to field a team of them.
The heart of a program used to be its continuity. The guys who stayed through the lean years and became legends. What are we building for now? A one-year rental to maybe get to a bowl game nobody remembers? The Big 12 I fell in love with died when Oklahoma and Texas left. Now we’re all just scrambling in the rubble, and this 50-man swap meet is the perfect, depressing symbol of it.
This talk about rivalries being dead hits home. We used to have real hate with Oklahoma, a true Bedlam. That game meant something for a century. Now we're playing Tulsa, and while it's a good regional game, it's not the same. Conference realignment tore the heart out of the sport for a few extra TV dollars. I remember the intensity of those old Big 12 South battles, where you knew every player on the other sideline because they'd been there for years. Now with 50 new faces in our own locker room, how can you even build a rivalry? The kids don't know the history, and the portal ensures they won't be here long enough to learn it. The soul is gone.