Gospel Truth: Bobby Dodd is the Ryan Field of the ACC

What do you get when you pool about 60,000 engineering students (current and former) and pile them into an uninspiring urban football stadium in the middle of SEC country to play B.C., a school that has one great fan in Doug Flutie and a bunch of other fans who'll check yahoo, maybe, to get a score later but only after Jonathan Papplebaum has closed out the ninth at Fenway? A pretty boring evening of college football, that's what.

I could have been watching the destruction of Sam Keller and 'Skers on ABC, but instead was treated to 18 frickin' penalties and a bunch of Ramblin' Wreck fans who thought that after giving up 400 something yards in the air (Matt Ryan can indeed spin it, it seems) that the referees had conspired to job the home team.

BC fans, the three or four that I saw anyway, were talking about how the Commish had come down too hard on Beloved Bill and the Pats. Give it up people. What else ... oh yeah, parked 2 miles away. No tailgating. A crappy fight song. (Assume BC's is crappy too. Can't say that I recall it). Horrible "free" dog with my $20 end zone nose bleed ticket. All in all, the most forgetable college football game I've ever been to, and I've seen all of the dregs of the Big Ten roll into Evanston. Indiana twice.