Right... that's what the system is, which has been clearly communicated on a number of occasions.
Ok, so let me see. You compare our parking, and by extension our program, to the like of Nebraska, Penn State and Wisconsin. I would venture the observation of a rank amateur that those programs have wait lists for tickets. Last time I looked, we had plenty of good seats available.
So I fail to see the value of pursuing an arm twisting strategy to raise funds over parking when you have substantially less than full demand for tickets. You may say that we have an army of development people that Morty has planted in the Athletic Department, and that they are pros and know what they are doing. And this may all be true.
What you are not acknowledging, and probably don't want to contemplate, is that long term season ticket holders, offended by the sudden application of a system "clearly communicated on a number of occasions" but not applied for two years, are going to bolt.
WaveJumper is a poignant case in point. Ara tried to recruit him after watching him play intramural ball. (To put this into perspective for the highly pampered recruits of the modern era, Pappy Waldorf recruited Otto Graham the same way. Of course, I'm taking the leap of faith that you, gocatsgo2003, can recognize the names Ara, Pappy and Otto in the pantheon of a long forgotten era of greatness of Northwestern football.) Wave Jumper and I have clear memories of the triumph of the era of Ara, and the halcyon days of 1962 when the Wildcats were legitimately ranked number 1 in the nation following wins over Ohio State and Notre Dame. And the heartbreak in December of 1963 when Ara bolted for Notre Dame and history.
We were there for the Agase years and the darkness that followed: the Dark Ages of Northwestern football, when few cared and no one in their right minds got near the program, a laughingstock that provided fodder to the likes of Garry Marshall. John Pont. Rick Venturi. Dennis Green. Francis Peay. Gary Barnett (through 1994). When the Wildcats won an improbable Big Ten title in 1995, there were 5,000 seats sold to season ticket holders. WaveJumper and I were among them.
So we've enjoyed a few highs along the way since then. And many lows. Many, many lows. The last title was in 2000. There was one bowl win in the interim, and many the bowl losses, many blowouts. And yet we stayed with it.
Something has been lost this week. We're going to chuck it in. Not because of poor performance - Lord knows we've stuck it out through that, especially in the 2001-03 era. No, its because we are being discarded like yesterday's trash. I remember when I used to get letters assuring me of how much NU wanted to enhance my experience as a season ticket holder. (I told them all I wanted was to see the team win. I got passes for pizzas in response. And had to watch more pathetic losses.)
The fact that a policy driven by development people is articulated does not diminish its arrogance. We've been told we are not wanted. We've been told that our long history as donors, and more importantly as fans who stood by the school in its darkest hours, is expendable.
So we accept the message.
And we will be gone.
So I hope that you stick around longer than we will be able to. I hope that fifty years from now, when you start to count the possible remaining seasons in your lifetime and hope against hope to see another title as opposed to another batch of excuses, your service to the program is still recognized and that you still have a pass in the West lot, regardless of the destination of your substantial contributions to NU.
You will have done far better than us.