Richard Creighton Fan walks into a bar
Okay, his name is actually Dick Creighton Fan*, but he walks into a bar about a half hour before the tip off of a men’s Creighton basketball game. The first thing you need to know is that the bar belongs to him. He will spend about 40 dollars on beer and food throughout the duration of this basketball game, and that is the most important 40 dollars that this bar will ever receive. Dick grabs his seat at the end of the bar, right next to the tv, and so when you walk in you will have to walk by him and acknowledge his fan hood to the Creighton Bluejays. For crying out loud, he has the new Bluejays logo on his shirt and the old logo on his hat, so you know he is freaking serious, super serious, he is Batman Taking Down the Joker serious. It is a Saturday, so there are other basketball games on, and other sports on television, but none of those matter while Dick is ready to spend 40 bucks. Dick is incapable of watching the game at home, no one is entirely sure of the reason, but does it really count as watching a sports match if you do not spend at least 20 bucks on beer? If you went to a Creighton game with Dick, you would see how many trips he makes to the concession stand for a 8 dollar beer, it is a minimum of 3 times.
*Dick Creighton Fan is a pseudonym for a combination of every fair weathered Creighton fan you have ever met. We all know a Dick Creighton Fan, they are all over Omaha, you have had several interactions with many of them, and you are even close friends with a few of them. Most of this is based on an actual Dick Creighton Fan that I am good friends with. Please do not take me poking fun at Creighton basketball as me not respecting the program, I have a good deal of respect for the actual program itself.
Fans of other teams begin to pile into the bar, none of them have a Creighton shirt on, but that does not matter to Dick, because you are the one who is a douche, and you need to respect what he brings to the world of sports, you came to his bar, he did not come to your bar. A fan with a Nebraska Cornhuskers shirt walks in to watch a game, Dick tells him he is an idiot, Nebraska is stupid. Dick loves the Huskers from late August to the beginning of January, but damn it, this is the winter, and Dick is 99% positive that the other sports at the University of Nebraska folded about 15 years ago. A UNO hockey fan walks into the bar in hopes of catching the team’s away game, Dick does not care for UNO, you see in Dick’s mind, Creighton is in the Big East and has never been in a mid major. Creighton has been a part of the big boys since the beginning of sports, so liking UNO is for the poor. It is amazing how Creighton fans have already forgotten that they were actually in the Missouri Valley, and it can also be amazing that the ones who do remember that they played in the Valley forget that Wichita State and Northern Iowa were not always powerhouses. An Iowa fan walks into the bar, what a loser, get creative, Creighton is all about innovation, Dick wants to ask the Iowa fan what it is like living in a trailer park. A Kansas basketball fan walks into the bar, and this just enrages Dick. Dick cannot handle it, this will cause Dick’s budget of 40 dollars at the bar go up to 50 dollars. Who the hell does this Kansas fan think he is? He is a punk, Kansas will not schedule Creighton, and the only logical reason is because Kansas is just afraid of Creighton, too scared to schedule them.
I walk into the bar right before tip off to watch the Creighton game with Dick. Dick chastises me for showing up late, five minutes before the tip for a Creighton game is late to Dick. The tip comes, Dick is so into it that he can only talk to me during commercials, and even then it is mostly about how the fifteen steps he has to take to the bathroom are completely stupid. The referees make a legit call against the Bluejays and Dick calls the referees a bunch of (homophobic slurs), because Dick is super classy if you cannot tell. An opposing player hits a wide open shot because the Bluejays are pretty terrible at defense, and that opposing player according to Dick is the biggest thug that ever existed in Dick’s mind. That player belongs behind bars for hitting that shot. A Creighton post player misses an uncontested layup and the opposing team grabs the rebound and runs down the court to score a transition basket. “He was fouled! These are the worst refs I have ever seen,” Dick screams out. That player comes out of the game because he just a layup missed with no one or a ghost in the arena hit him on the arm, and another post player comes into the game. The new post player gets the ball deep in the post, and with his awful footwork travels and turns over the ball. “What kind of call is that?! These refs are out to get us,” Dick objectively examines. He claps hard for everything the Creighton starters do, as if they are the 5 greatest human beings on the face of the planet. Essentially, Dick thinks of the Creighton starting 5 as the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers.
So half time comes and Dick can finally talk to me, and thank God! Dick graduated from Creighton, but is now working toward his Master’s degree at UNO, as that is becoming the typical route for Creighton grads that stay in Omaha. So the UNO fan in me is curious, I ask Dick if and when the Bluejays and the Mavericks ever play, who will he root for since he is now a part of the UNO family (though I already know the answer). Dick sets down his Bud Light (Dick ALWAYS has Bud Light, it is the classy man beer after all), he then looks at me in disapproval as if I had just admitted to him that I slept with his mother, AND ON MOTHER’S DAY!
“I will never root for that dog shit program,” he says in my direction with a soul less Terminator-like expression on his face. Dick then goes on to tell me the history of the Creighton basketball program, which I am already familiar with, and points out reasons how the two will never ever be on the same playing field. To bring them into the same arena is a disgrace to the fine culture and the existence of a basketball program with such excellence.
What is that you say?
So the transition for UNO athletics is over for all but the Spring sports at this point, and while many UNO fans are looking forward to the added respect of the glory that comes with being fully division one, they want to know if the UNO Mavericks will ever play the Creighton Bluejays in men’s basketball.
As an Omaha kid, I grew up really liking Creighton basketball. A majority of the games were on KMTV and I watched every single one that I could, I had to mute the games due to the anger that would be inflicted on myself at the sound of Travis Justice’s voice, but I did watch most of the games. Kyle Korver, Larry House, Nate Funk, Anthony Tolliver, those are names you can throw at any Omahan and they will have some sort of respect for them as athletes. I grew up liking Nebraska as well, but it was a little more difficult to find their games on television. They were so awful, they would never get picked up anywhere, but once in a while you might get lucky with one of the Big 12 games on KXVO. I rooted for Nebraska, and I still do, but Creighton, I do not root for anymore really.
You know what achieved status I did not have as a child? I was not a college student or graduate yet, and I had never been to a college party that involved Creighton students. UNO and UNL students can get along on the basis of At Least You Do Not Go To Creighton bond, and I am pretty sure that a bulk of UNO students wanted to go to UNL at some point in their life, but for whatever reason they ended up at UNO. I had friends in high school that ended up at Creighton (and UNL), and their parties always involved a bunch of dill holes. Every UNO student has had this happen to them, they get to a party and mingle around a little bit, they start a conversation with a Creighton student and the CU student brings something up about campus, and you inform them that you do not go to Creighton. They find out that you go to UNO and all of a sudden, the conversation is basically over. How the hell did this peasant get into this royal gathering? The royal court cannot be seen with the UNO jesters, so this person who seemed decent enough suddenly vanishes and relocates to a new group that is worthy of their commentary on life.
So after a number of run ins with Creighton students like this, the love of their athletics program died. I cheered for them for a while, I watched their games on television, but I do not care the same way I did as a child. Even with Doug McDermott, I never really cared if they won or lost, the Creighton students ruined it for me, and I am sure they have ruined it for many non-Creighton students all around the eastern part of the state of Nebraska. If Creighton athletics wins at this point, good for them, if they lose, oh well, it does not affect my life in any way.
Not all Creighton students are bad though. There are a few different types of Creighton students and fans that you should be made aware of.
This is quite possibly the worst kind of Creighton student. The Entitled Creighton Fan did not have a job in high school, their daddy has a good job, a great job that most of us are jealous of. Daddy does not make The Entitled work too hard for anything. Those “Why go to Creighton ads” should be followed with “because Daddy did not make you get a job in high school and you have no useful skills” if they need to get The Entitled to pick them over…okay The Entitled are going to go there no matter what if they are from Omaha.
The Entitled worked hard enough to be okay in high school, they got decent grades, stayed out of trouble, and did okay on the ACT. Daddy makes enough money for The Entitled to get into Creighton with no serious issues. Daddy pays the way for The Entitled to go to Creighton, so they will not have $100,000+ dollars of student loan debt by the end of college. Daddy just wants to be sure that The Entitled can get into a fraternity so he has some students to study with (or cheat off of). I know Creighton is supposed to be really hard to get into, but as Omahans we have all heard the stories of some entitled asshole getting through high school with a 2.2 GPA and a “26” on their ACT, but somehow they got into Creighton. Daddy figured out a way.
Daddy will get The Entitled a job right away out of college no matter what, they just need a degree, and they need the Creighton name on the degree, not because it will help in the job market really, but for the glory of it. The Entitled goes to every home game, because it is not like they need to work anyway, the Entitled goes to each and every game and pretends he goes to Duke, oh and if the Entitled does not get a free t-shirt at the game, it was a shitty game. The Entitled will also be a total dick about a Creighton win over Nebraska, UNO, or any opponent. The Entitled has not had a bunch of personal success as far as awards and accomplishments or what have you, so they have to ride the shit out of the athletics team that they started following when they were 18 years old.
The Entitled does not get disciplined by Daddy, just supported. It is surprisingly easy to skate through life with your parents having the resources. I know a Creighton grad, we went to high school together, let’s just say that Daddy and Mommy both have a ton of money. The Entitled got some bad grades in their first semester at Creighton, and they printed off a bogus report card to give to their parents. Somehow Mommy and Daddy found out, they got mad for five entire minutes, and The Entitled cried. Mommy and Daddy felt bad for the tears, and for their actions of being the shittiest of parents in the world so Mommy and Daddy bought The Entitled a brand new $25,000 car. Tough life, right? The Entitled could have gone to college just about anywhere, they could have just gotten an online degree really, because if Mommy and Daddy can get them a $25,000 car for existing, they can get them a full time job just about anywhere in Omaha. Creighton on the degree was just for Mommy and Daddy to have something to brag about.
Trust me when I say the words Creighton University do not really matter once you actually hit the job market. The words may help them get a job straight out of college a few months faster, but after time the degree does not really matter to the employer. What matters is what you did in your last job and how you did it. The Entitled can use Creighton to get them into the door, but advancement is an entirely different story.
The West/East Coasting Douche:
So did you know that Creighton has one of the biggest, if not the biggest, Hawaiian student populations in the US, on the mainland? I found this out a few years ago, and it $urprised me. There are a decent number of people that come from one of the coasts, it is usually the third school on their list, but they came to Omaha to visit the campus and “fell in love” with the campus. They did not actually fall in love with the campus though, they fell in love with the Midwest feel of it being five years behind in terms of culture for where they are from. They feel a little more cultured by coming here. Downtown Omaha provides a bigger city feel, but with a small town splash mixed in for a little flavor, but not too much flavor.
The West/East Coasting Douche comes to Omaha, they like it, but they never really leave downtown for a few years. Do not go to Dundee, that is where crime happens. They come with the intention of coming to Omaha and getting the hell out after 4 years, which most of them are successful with. This type of fan can be a bit of a prick. To them, all of the locals are fools, you can never be as cool as someone from some a small town in California wine country after all. They go to the sporting events and raise hell, because with a plan of getting out after 4 years, who cares what people around here think of them?
The West/East Coasting Douche more than likely comes from a similar economic class as The Entitled, but they have a different attitude and usually are not much of a factor after they graduate because they skip town immediately after graduation. They go back home after Creighton life and just pay attention to the pro sports in the end. They typically do not educate themselves on Creighton’s opponents, because it is just about a Creighton win, which is respectable in a way, but they do not care if it is Georgetown that Creighton beats of it is Arkansas State. All Creighton wins are cool to these people, which is also respectable in a way, but when they talk up beating Arkansas State like it was the game of the century, you kind of want to smack them around a little bit.
So I grew up liking Creighton, right? I have a Creighton Bluejays rain jacket, if I could find a Huskers rain jacket or a Mavericks rain jacket that fit as comfortably in the rain when it is warmer out, I would replace it. Anyway, my wife and I went to Portland for her 10 year high school reunion. Have you ever been to the Pacific Northwest? It rains a lot, so I brought the rain jacket. I worked out of my company’s Portland office for a few days, and my wife met me in downtown Portland after work for her to go shopping for a dress for the reunion, and to torture me with boredom. Anyway, while sitting there in pain for an hour or two waiting for her to try on dresses, a guy comes up to me and asks me about my Creighton jacket. He is clearly pumped to find a fellow Creighton buddy so far away from Creighton, he treats me like we are about to be best friends, but then he asks me what year I graduated from Creighton. I disappoint him with telling him that I went to UNO, then his head drops and the conversation just turns into one word exchanges.
I did not live up to par with him, I was a local Nebraskan, not a fellow West/East Coasting Douche. The West/East Coasting Douche is never overly mean or anything (other than at sporting events), they just simply do not care about the locals. They are in college to get their education, which is important and honorable, the sports thing is cool to them, but not typically hugely important. These are usually the students that you will look down into the student section and see them sitting down, drinking a beer, and playing games on their phones. So the people that want to make you shout WHY DID YOU EVEN COME TO THIS GAME!? They usually leave with about 10 minutes to go in the game though, no matter the score, because who really cares? You cannot buy a beer at that point in the game, so that is when it stops being fun to the coaster.
With similar backgrounds to The Entitled and The West/East Coasting Douche, The Attitude is just a prick for the sake of being a prick. The Attitude cares about Creighton athletics winning, because they need to be better than you, and apparently their sports team beating your sports team is what confirms that. Maybe the fundamental difference between The Attitude and The Entitled is that Daddy made The Attitude get a job in high school, maybe even one in college, just to teach The Attitude to please for the love of God just do not have an attitude. The Attitude gets to Creighton though, and they have to deal with the Entitled and the West/East Coast Doucher, they need to compete for spoiled bitch hood.
Usually The Attitude is nothing physically great. Their life has been spent with Daddy trying to give them life lessons by making them work and try to be a little hard on them to get them to grow up, but damn it, they went to a high school where all the kids got BMWs and The Attitude was stuck with a newer, but still slightly used, Honda Accord. Why is life so freaking unfair?!?! So The Attitude has let themselves go just a little bit to test Daddy’s love.
This same trip I spoke of for going to Portland for my wife’s 10 year reunion, before leaving Omaha we were sitting in the airport, and of freaking course I accidentally put my headphones in my checked baggage. We were sitting next to The Attitude and a future Creighton student who could possibly turn into the West/East Coast Douche, but she seemed like a decent person really. The Attitude knew everything there was to know about life, she had all of the right answers to everything. She tried to teach the future Creighton student what real student life was going to be like. The Attitude made fun of the locals and taught real import stuff like what professors you should take based on how hot they were or how easy they were as a teacher. Do not even try to challenge The Attitude into adulthood, you will get nowhere. The Attitude then talked about which fraternity had the hotter boys and where they hung out, who had the better parties, and which one you would definitely get lucky at…The Attitude was about 30 pounds over weight and wore glasses that made it look like she was trying to crack a safe, there was nothing really attractive about her on the outside or the inside, and you could tell that she never really had anyone in her life tell her “you know, you are not really God’s gift to man, you should try to nicen up just a little bit.”
The entire time she talked, my wife and I just had our heads down wishing it would just stop. We both wanted to tell her off, but we both knew and probably just hoped that five years down the road she would grow up and look back at everything and realize her stupidity.
The Attitude is usually the one at Creighton games who do not know what a foul or a travel is. How could Creighton make infractions in the game, they are too smart to not know the rules? The Attitude is typically in college for the ride and to say that they went to college, not to actually get anything out of it.
No one knows how The Senseless got into college, and in fairness they are at every college. I am pretty sure they are just created like cartoon characters and never truly age. They live the Van Wilder experience and have been a Senior a semester away from graduating for the last couple of years.
The Senseless loves Nebraska football probably more than anything, but hates Nebraska in everything else, especially basketball. I believe the term for that is JaySker. My friends and I think there are couple different types of JaySkers. The acceptable ones who love the Bluejays, but also love the Huskers as well. They support both programs equally as they the two biggest and local products, and they probably have ties to both of them. These JaySkers can also love the Mavericks, even the Lopers, and whatever the hell else is out there in Nebraska. Then there is the other type of JaySker, the ones who love Nebraska football as if it is their first born child, but hate Nebraska in everything else and just support the hell out of Creighton. These people make up The Senseless.
The PA in the CenturyLink Center may announce the Nebraska basketball score from time to time, and The Senseless will boo the crap out of that. They hate Tim Miles so damn much, probably because he is a coach with a personality, and he could threaten the ideal that Creighton has a dominating advantage over a Big 10 school on the court and in recruiting. Tim Miles and Nebraska will beat Creighton someday, and it will be the worst day in the life of The Senseless.
The Senseless supports Creighton athletics no matter what, which is good for them, but to them the athletes walk on water. The stories of students getting into Creighton with bad grades is impossible for them to understand. To The Senseless ALL Creighton students got a 4.0 or better in high school and a perfect score on the ACT or SAT.
The Good Ole Folks:
The Good Ole Folks are good people. They go to Creighton, because they want the quality education, and they want the challenge that is supposed to come along with Creighton. They do not get to every Creighton event, just the ones they have time for. These folks cheer on the Bluejays because it is their school, you can respect these people, you want to hang out with these people.
The Folks usually have taken out a decent number of student loans to take on the Creighton challenge. They hear The Attitude talk about taking classes with the easy professors and they thank them for letting them know what classes to not take. The Folks may have a father that works three jobs just to help their child go to school, and I really do not think there is anything more respectable than that. You may meet the Folks at a party and they can carry a conversation with you most of the time, unless some peer pressures come from their Creighton associates, but later in life they will hold a small amount of regret for that.
The Folks can typically get along with anyone who is a good decent person, as they are a good decent person themselves. They realize that sports are just an escape vehicle for most people. Something to get away from the normal pressures and stresses of life. The Folks do not need to wish the deaths of college kids of opposing schools, in order to take some form of comfort in a Creighton loss. The Folks are at every school, and they are needed in to keep the rest of fans fair and balanced.
Where are you going with this?
So that is the main core of Creighton fans/students, when you get to know them, you hate them. They have taken something that you could once enjoy and they make you borderline hate the athletic program. Dick Creighton Fan, he takes on the characteristics of all the main core except for The Folks. but Dick is going to be essential for the success of the UNO men’s basketball team.
What does profiling Creighton athletics fans into something as if they are marketing profiles have to do with scheduling Creighton and UNO men’s basketball? Just wait, I will explain that…
To be continued…