Oh, where to begin! We’ve been through this before. I am a proud alum of Cornell University, but intercollegiate athletics is not necessarily where we’ve made our reputation. No offense to our lacrosse, hockey or polo programs which are all traditionally stellar. However, it was not too long ago that our hoops squad had a good couple-year run. The height of that success was a Sweet 16 appearance in 2010 against Kentucky following respectable tourney wins over Temple and Wisconsin. Even against the Wildcats, our plucky 12th-seeded Big Red acquitted themselves admirably against Calipari’s ‘Cats before eventually falling to John Wall and crew.
A few years later, the Big Reds hoopsters have come a bit back down to Earth. Such is life. I have to give credit where it’s due as the basketball program is probably 10x more relevant than it was during my tenure on the hill nearly 15 years (15!!??) ago. These things are cyclical. Tournament runs don’t come around very often, not do we expect such things. So, why am I even bringing up Cornell basketball again? Well, just watch.
I…I…I don’t know what to say. I saw this video sitting on Cornell’s athletics home page and thought: “Oh, a little Ivy slate pump-up video. Let’s check it out. Way to try to get all social up in this blogosphere.” But this…this is TREMENDOUS. I was not expecting a fully-choreographed music video! Is that a player pumping dumbbells to the beat! Who’s that popping out from behind our bear? Awesome in its awfulness. So special that I felt compelled to post it here in hopes of giving the Big Red, at least this video, some more run. I’m not sure if kudos are in order for the team being comfortable enough to willingly subject themselves to this Calvin Harris-Ne-Yo lip sync music video masterpiece, but let’s just give some props for the boys being comfortable enough in themselves to put this together. Maybe?
As the lyrics proclaim, let’s go (Big Red). And eat your heart out Carly Rae Jepsen routines!
P.S. On the spectrum of whitest white-boy dancers, our fellas may just be at the top of the food chain.
About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.