Good God almighty, if Richard Burton O'Shea can post an entry from Qatar from a free Wi-Fi teahouse, then the rest of you sorry dogs listening to your radios on your way back to Plano can get off your cans and say SOMETHING about one of the wildest, most puzzling, deflating, and elating college football seasons in memory. What are you waiting for, Charlie Weiss to lose 80 lbs.? Urban Meyer's head to explode? Louisville to forfeit the rest of its games, because, let's face it, it may not be worth the effort and expense? John Tyler High to ruin the greatest comeback ever in the history of the world? "Oh no! No! C'mon no! ... God bless those kids, I think I'm going to be sick ... " (Truer words were never uttered.)
Everything is completely effed up in CFB, no? I'm mean, does anyone think LSU is going to go undefeated? OSU? Cal? And superpowers like 'SC, OU and Michigan humbled by stunning losses. Yet the first two are just as likely as anyone, it seems to me, to end up in the BSC Championship game, particularly if LSU, Cal or OSU loses late. WTF?
Parity in the NFL (among a host of other flaws) has made that league more boring than ever. (Break down that cover two read for us, will you Jaws.) Parity in CFB, however, is getting on my wife's nerves.
Why, she asks, would I be tuning into Versus at 10 p.m. on a Saturday night to watch Stanford/'SC? Two teams I have no vested interest in--particularly after absorbing a whole day of CFB?
"For the miracles, my child," I say. "For the miracles."
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