It’s hard to say where or when the tradition began (Baylor and Illinois also claim long-standing traditions), but the longest annually occurring celebration celebrated its centennial a week ago.
Mizzou homecoming has been celebrated for one hundred years now. Apparently, it began in conjunction with a new NCAA sanction that collegiate football games be played on college campuses, rather than neutral sites. (I wonder when this stopped, because bowl games are often neutral and another rivalry showdown here in Colorado is played at Mile High, which is definitely not a collegiate campus, but I digress.) The annual border war with the Jayhawks was then going to be played on the Mizzou campus that year, rather than the usual Kansas City, which is really more convenient for everyone, but again, I digress.
Then athletic director Chester L. Brewer wanted to ensure attendance at the game (Mizzou states that “he had a vision,” but I think it really all boils down to attendance, generally), so he arranged for a parade and rally to be held in conjunction with the game at the campus. Then, he invited alumni to “come home.”
What a nice sentiment.
When you’re at the school, you don’t really think about that. You think about who has the best banner or float, who your Homecoming partners are (trumped only by your Greek Week partners), and, more importantly, which alumni are coming back to see you (or, with the case of Melissa last year, coming back with you).
Those alumni, though, they’re the ones coming back.
I mentioned in a TSM Thursday post a couple of weeks ago about always calling the alma mater “home” and annoying my mama, and I think this event is probably an accurate description of that.
So, today, I want to welcome my fellow alumni home. Happy Homecoming.