The Last Harvard: Sunday

Sunday at the Harvard tournament is probably the best day of the weekend.   Most of my initial social obligations are met, so I feel no trouble finding a quiet corner of campus and hiding.   After all, being an alum and former staffer has its privileges; knowing the non-tournament areas of campus well is an unqualified benefit.

The tournament day, in speech at least, also has that carnival atmosphere of a large tournament where students are breaking — or not breaking — to the next level nearly every ten minutes.   The typical screaming and carrying on accompanies each break posting.   In the past few years, the tournament began posting each break on their website, which has had the twin effect of making the actual posting less of an exciting hullabaloo, but also made life much more convenient; I can sit in my lounge with my still-working wireless connection, and know what’s going on all across campus with my students; I even know where they are.

So I spent the morning in MD, touched based with extempers and debaters, and then went for a lovely late lunch with Joe V at La Casa de Pedro, a Venezuelan place that is close enough to still be in reach of a suddenly sick kid, but far enough that no other forensics people were there, an important consideration since lunch with Joe V means a healthy round of character assassination.   Don’t worry, it was mostly about Menick.

Then we returned and I wandered to the Science Center, where my phone promptly died.   Now, given that our protocol was “call or text me when you arrive or leave” — despite the extempers believing this did not apply to them — this was decidedly unfortunate.     I tried to get the damn thing to work and instead stole some time on Mike V’s phone to establish whereabouts and whatnot with the kids.

Chrissy made it to DI Octos, the 2nd break round, thus making the trip worthwhile for her.   The extempers got a little massacred; three of them didn’t clear prelims at all, which was more than a little surprising, but it’s a randomly judged tournament so you can’t expect much out of it.   One PF team made the first break on a 4-2 record, while the other two missed clearing on 3-3s.   And the last extemper made finals again, which is a great thing for him; last year he took 5th.

That also meant I had to wake up on Monday since the extemp final was scheduled to launch at 9:00 AM, which meant 8:30 draw, which meant at least an 8:00 AM arrival.   I set my alarm grudgingly for 7:00 AM, but seeing as I did get home by 9:00 and cooked my own dinner, I can’t really say as it was terrible day.

Except for the dead phone, and not even I can blame Harvard for that.

However, Monday awaits us.

The Last Harvard: Saturday

The Saturday of Harvard is spent mostly standing, or walking.   The far flung nature, and size, of the tournament mean that it takes forever to get anything done, even if you don’t have anything to do.   For me, heading over to Congress tab to help Jason W with his laptops’ network connections took 2 hours.   I can’t explain why, but it always does.   Lunch takes forever to acquire and eat.   Going to check in with the debaters takes forever.   Finding the DI student apparently too so forever that I never managed to pull it off on Saturday.   I even ended up walking a half mile between dinner, dessert, and my car that night.

Standing up, means the ballot line.   The ballot line at Harvard is always quite daunting.   It’s long and horrid.   This year, being in the Science Center and not the horribly overcrowded CR&LS cafeteria, made the line seem less daunting, but there is something lacking in the Harvard ballot table.   Namely, people.   Columbia runs a ballot table with two people, Yale with three, Penn with one.   Harvard, which is approximately 3 times the size of Yale, runs with two.   The line, therefore, wraps around the building.

Furthermore, the same person runs the ballot table each year, which is admirable on her part; but she’s an alum of the team, which means she’s never seen another ballot table run at any other tournament.   We’ve discovered through the years in forming our traveling Northeast tab room that it works far better to have a floating set of people who run multiple tournaments a year in various mutual combinations; lessons learned are learned across the circuit; innovations that work become institutions.   If instead your tournament is outside that community of ideas, and you have your own people doing a critical job only once a year, sooner or later, your tournament ossifies.   Expectations probably tolerated such a slow ballot table 15 years ago, but they no longer do.

Last year, one of our judges was fined for missing around even though she came and stood in line far before the proclaimed deadline to do so.   Sarah D, the coordinator for the NCFL National tournament, was told she didn’t understand how to run a tournament of that size and scale when she had legitimate questions.   The ballot person has, therefore, a reputation for being short & rude; I can’t say as I blame her a lot, since she’s doing an impossible job, but I do blame the tournament, since the job shouldn’t be impossible.   They should have more staff; drawn from people more clued into to forensics world, especially people more knowledgeable about the judges.

They should also have a cattle call of real hired judges with actual forensics experience, not just random Parli kids, hanging out nearby.   These could, incidentally, be used to pre-pair the final round judge pools, so you don’t have Steve M. running around finding volunteers at the last moment like this year.   They never, as far as I’ve seen, have done so.   The debate tables are worse; a friend of mine who won the friggin’ tournament a few years ago was told she wasn’t qualified to judge early outrounds in her event.   That’s a good way to burn bridges.

That persistent lack of attention to detail, and connection with the clueful, points to another, more major criticism of the Harvard tournament.   Their links with the active high school community are minimal at best, and mostly exist because someone from the high school community approached them, not the other way around.   They are very solicitous; I emailed Sherri H. last year begging and pleading for the death of the pop culture round in Extemp and it was done.   (I did ask to write the extemp questions, which this year were sub par but not totally bad, but that was ignored…more on that tomorrow) But in general Harvard’s tournament is a separate beast and a separate institution; they could encourage many more links with the high school world and dampen a lot of criticism, but they don’t.

I’ve learned over the years it’s not enough to call for volunteers and call for feedback, however, and then say “pfeh!” if no one steps forward.   People are more likely to be involved if they’re approached specifically; sometimes folks assume you don’t mean them when you call for input or help; but it’s a honor to be asked specifically.   There are natural links with the high school community that Harvard has never pursued; they’ve never reached out to the Massachusetts Forensic League for input, advice, or even just acknowledgment; partly as a result, only about 1/4 of the active MFL programs even bother attending the largest tournament in our state.   The high school community isn’t going to do that outreach work ourselves, even if we’re asked for input generally.   After all, the Harvard tournament is fundamentally an interloper in our community.   It’s not the community’s job to accommodate to this giant fundraiser for a debate team in a different age bracket and different league altogether.

That lack of outreach on their part actually has a serious impact on the other four Ivy tournaments.   Coaches are made trigger happy to complain about high fees and bad practices at colleges, even as I’ve eliminated most of those bad practices and kept fees in line for nearly a decade now at Yale and Columbia.   UPenn is a newer project, and Princeton newer still, but both of them put together marvelously honest tournaments this past year, hiring judges and staffing their tournaments with a healthy mix of local people and forensics coaches.   The Ivy Circuit, as I’ve started calling it in my head, is really doing good things, and all four sets of hosts understand that this fundamentally about providing a good experience for high school kids, and that the long term benefit of that far outweighs short term profiteering.

However, coaches don’t give us much benefit of the doubt, and I feel that we’re often catching flak for Harvard; if Harvard weren’t there lumped in with the other four, setting the baseline, then people would be far less likely to whip out the profiteering complaint when there was actually a good rationale behind the targets of their discontent.   Yale hired judge fees are particularly high, but the tournament administration is so manpower-intensive that few YDA members can be spared to judge the tournament, making judge hires more expensive since they must be brought in from the outside.   We could do as Harvard does, and hire forensics-know-nothings off the local campus, but I have a higher standard than that, so we don’t.   I explain this in the invite, and yet, people complain to me every year about the cost.   Columbia has to pay a fortune for rooms, and their prices are lower still.

In other words, The four Ivy circuit tournaments are not perfect, but they’re trying, and I do think each one of them has far outstripped what Harvard achieves, given their individual resources.   When people nationally say they dislike college tournaments, they’re usually talking about Harvard or Emory; I dislike being painted with the same brush.

And even more so, knowing what things cost and how to run a college tournament, I go back to my $770 that I paid myself, and wonder where the rest goes.   If I were running Yale on a quarter million, I’d offer $75 honoraria to final round judges, and have people apply for them, selecting only the best.   I’d sure as hell not have Harvard Parli kids judging TOC bid rounds in LD over former tournament champions.   That kind of money could pay for a lot of things, and solve a lot of problems that I view as basic, child’s play.   If I can pre-panel 5 judge panels for Yale finals on Friday before the tournament even begins, then Harvard has no excuse for leaving blank slots on their Sunday night postings.

So, thus far, $770 is looking like it’s not worth the money.   If I’m paying that much, I’m not expecting perfection, as I’ve said before.   But I am expecting a serious effort to be the best, and thus far I’ve seen no serious effort to improve any of these factors, after a decade of attending the tournament.   Harumph.

Tomorrow, Sunday’s report.

The Last Harvard: Friday

My last Harvard tournament began with a relatively gentle Friday evening.   Harvard does not have competition on Friday night, so it’s simply registration.

For those who fly to Boston and stay in hotels and thus who knew their numbers and entries months ago, registration involves sending in a check and getting an email the week of the tournament with your students’ speaker codes and information all nicely lined up.   However, when you’re a local shlub like me, who registered my kids on Sunday and asked last week who’s going, you go to the hotel and register the old fashioned way.

Therefore, registering the old fashioned way is something of a Massachusetts reunion; there are several hundred high schools at the tournament, and yet I sat and lent pens to Sara S, Marc R, Jim M, and saw Dan S hanging around too.

Registration day also sets expectations.   Why?   Because I wrote a check for $770 to the Harvard Debate team.   This represents the sum total of my kids’ outlay for the tournament, apart from a bit of gas going back and forth, meals we would have eaten anyway, and quite a bit of lost sleep.   Some schools spend upwards of $30,000 to attend this tournament, once you roll in hotels, airfares, and many more students than we brought.   But still, $770 is a large figure indeed for 4 extempers, 3 public forum teams, and a lonely DI.

Our expectations for the tournament are already low.   I purposefully lower them due to the arbitrary nature of any large national tournament; judges have wildly different ideas of what’s good and what isn’t, especially across regions, and so you can never set any store by expectations.   We also don’t have the thrill of the travel-hotel-team experience; we could just as easily not pay $770 and still hang out the weekend in Boston if we wanted to.   I had a good group of talented kids there; but we also had a good group of talented kids go on vacation instead.

However, the forensics world would rather like something in return for the largest check it writes all year, both individually and collectively.   The fees at Harvard are a frequent item of discussion, especially when you add in the sheer size of the tournament.   You can do the math and get an idea of the floor of their revenues from the entry fees; note that these figures do not include entries who dropped after paying, or hired judging; even if they were to hire a judge for every hiring fee they took in, which is good practice, they still have their own students judge some rounds, so judging fees do not necessarily net zero profit for them.   Here’s the table:

Harvard Tournament Revenue
Event Numbers Fee Subtotal
DI 319 $60 $19,140.00
HI 238 $60 $14,280.00
EX 192 $60 $11,520.00
OO 213 $60 $12,780.00
DUO 187 $75 $14,025.00
PF 185 $140 $25,900.00
JVPF 116 $140 $16,240.00
LD 281 $120 $33,720.00
JVLD 297 $120 $35,640.00
CX 115 $160 $18,400.00
JVCX 84 $140 $11,760.00
CON 365 $75 $27,375.00
School 307 $50 $15,350.00
Totals $256,130.00

Now, that is revenue, mind, not profit; they do outlay quite a bit of that money on food, trophies, staffing, paper, shuttles, and above all rooms. I can attest how difficult and expensive room rentals can be at a college campus. However, that is also a staggering sum of money, and it informs nearly every other discussion of, and criticism of, the Harvard tournament. If the forensics world is collectively laying out a princely sum, it’s not unfair to expect a princely tournament in return.

So is that what we get? That brings us to Saturday.

Dipshits & domains, this weekend

So a domain reseller has decided to spam me daily offering me the “preferred” azuen.com domain name to complement my azuen.net domain, because it’s better for marketing.   This all for the low low early buyer’s price of $560, which could go higher, because “he expects strong interest in this domain auction.”

Cha, right.   As if a word carved into a board by a drunk in Fitchburg is really going to set the marketing world afire.   The word doesn’t mean anything to anyone but me, and even to me it doesn’t truly have a meaning.   It was just something I found once, in a forest that’s no longer there, in this little shack with some empty vodka bottles that had been slapped together on an impossibly beautiful spot in the New England woods.   So this guy’s persistent efforts to turn his $10 registration into a $600 profit are really funny.   If I cared about marketing the name, I would have bought the .com version 9 years ago when I registered the .net version too.

This weekend is the Debacle on the Charles Invitational.   The schedule looks as unpleasant and unnecessarily difficult, as usual.   Why they can’t just cluster the IE events and give people half-days off, instead of these awkward four hour breaks is beyond me.   This year I only have extempers, a DI, and three PF teams going; the rest of the interp crew for the most part found better things to do than to pay $75 to lose a lot of sleep this weekend.   Can’t say as I blame them.   It does mean I don’t have to stay for the late round Saturday in IE.   That helps a lot.

The Monday schedule has changed a lot too; Extemp finals are now at 9:00 AM, which I’m sure will lead to sharp, clear analysis and great speeches, especially given that the semis will have been at 8:00 PM the night before.   I hope this also means they’re no longer going to wedge Extemp into the half-again too small room in the Science Center like usual, but I have my doubts.   It looks like all the other finals are in Sanders Theater, so I have to wonder why the Extemp final can’t be at a gentle noon hour in the Science Center rooms, which will by then be empty?

Between this kind of scheduling and the fees, it’s almost like they don’t want people to come to their tournament.   I can say they’re doing a damn fine job of it with me.   I find myself hoping the extemp kids tank and don’t make it to the final just to avoid that.   We are bringing a finalist from last year along (though not last year’s champion) so we’ll see how that works out.

The other odd thing about Harvard is the campus and the area is a huge part of my daily life.   I’m an alum, and I worked there for about six years or so.   I pass through there regularly today; it is a definite part of my non-forensics life.   For the most part, forensics lives in forensics-specific worlds; I will never be able to walk around Yale’s campus without thinking about Yale’s tournament; when someone mentions “Yale” to me, I take it to mean the tournament, not the college.   The same goes for the area high schools, Columbia, UPenn, etc.   Even my own Newton South’s building means “speech” to me, since I go there for no other reason.   But Harvard is my home territory; I know how it lives the other 362 days of the year, so the annual invasion of the forensics world makes this weekend stand out and jarringly so.   Coaches I know from the forensics world simply don’t “belong” in Harvard Square in my mind; that’s not their setting, it’s for other folks, my fabled private life.   So this weekend tends to be jarring, though being a native has its privileges: I know where to park, I know good places to eat that the kids won’t find, I sleep in my own bed each night.   If the weather changes, I have the clothes to adapt.

Smooth moves

In a brilliant counterstroke to the prevailing times, I apparently set up Columbia to require paradigms and allow strikes for the Novice field, but not the Varsity.   Might as well start early, I suppose.