8389: When The One You're With Isn't Good Enough (New Year's Day)
I was fairly certain that the Rose Bowl wouldn't be close. Either USC was going to be angry about their loss to UCLA or Michigan was going to be angry that they were snubbed out of the BCS Championship Game (I could have used a stronger word here, but chose not to). As I feared, Michigan (especially their offensive line) didn't really show up. They say that if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. In a typical U of M display of arrogance, the one they were with
I was going to get up earlier today to catch the early bowls, but I ended up sleeping way in after doing some writing and didn't get up until the middle of the first quarter of the Outback Bowl. I didn't really miss much, but I figured that since I'm going to have to leave for work early on many mornings that I might want to ease my way into it. However, an argument can also be made for getting one last great snooze in.
None of the afternoon games or activities were particularly spellbinding. JoePa sitting in the booth just looks depressing, Wisconsin is vastly underrated, I miss the days when the Cotton Bowl mattered and Reggie Ball is a perfect example of addition by subtraction.
I could go into detail about how thoroughly displeased by the way Michigan played against USC (and Dwayne Jarrett and how wrong it is that Keith Jackson didn't call this one. I mean, imagine him in your head saying "John David Booty" and try not to laugh), but I'm just about done with college football right now. The BCS is bullshit. Don't get me wrong, at this point, it's the roundest square peg that the powers that be are willing to allow to be put into the round hole. College football is becoming increasingly bullshit. When football coaches are making this kind of money at institutions supposedly devoted to education, there are priorities askew. When some of the player conduct is allowed to sink to such embarrassing levels, there's a problem. College football is no less evil than any professional sport, and they all have flaws. They all have great facets, too, but they all have flaws.
After the game, I didn't much feel like watching football, so instead I wrote and prepared things for my first day of work tomorrow. However, thanks to an IM I received just after the hook-and-ladder miracle Boise State pulled off, I stayed up, losing minute after minute of sleep, to watch the end of the Fiesta Bowl and was all the better for it. Winning a BCS bowl game by going for broke and calling a Statue of Liberty play to win the game, followed by Ian Johnson, scoring the game winner and proposing to his cheerleader girlfriend on live network TV (a move that must be worth about 9 billion Man Points) is why even though the NCAA and the BCS and the almighty dollar may try to steal its soul, there is something pure and beautiful about college football.
This does not change the fact that the BCS is bullshit.
Anyhow, I had a big day coming up. I was going to be a real live professional sportswriter. Mark it down in your calendars. Jan. 1, 2007 was New Year's Day. Jan. 2, 2007 is, for me, New Life Day. Good night.
I was going to get up earlier today to catch the early bowls, but I ended up sleeping way in after doing some writing and didn't get up until the middle of the first quarter of the Outback Bowl. I didn't really miss much, but I figured that since I'm going to have to leave for work early on many mornings that I might want to ease my way into it. However, an argument can also be made for getting one last great snooze in.
None of the afternoon games or activities were particularly spellbinding. JoePa sitting in the booth just looks depressing, Wisconsin is vastly underrated, I miss the days when the Cotton Bowl mattered and Reggie Ball is a perfect example of addition by subtraction.
I could go into detail about how thoroughly displeased by the way Michigan played against USC (and Dwayne Jarrett and how wrong it is that Keith Jackson didn't call this one. I mean, imagine him in your head saying "John David Booty" and try not to laugh), but I'm just about done with college football right now. The BCS is bullshit. Don't get me wrong, at this point, it's the roundest square peg that the powers that be are willing to allow to be put into the round hole. College football is becoming increasingly bullshit. When football coaches are making this kind of money at institutions supposedly devoted to education, there are priorities askew. When some of the player conduct is allowed to sink to such embarrassing levels, there's a problem. College football is no less evil than any professional sport, and they all have flaws. They all have great facets, too, but they all have flaws.
After the game, I didn't much feel like watching football, so instead I wrote and prepared things for my first day of work tomorrow. However, thanks to an IM I received just after the hook-and-ladder miracle Boise State pulled off, I stayed up, losing minute after minute of sleep, to watch the end of the Fiesta Bowl and was all the better for it. Winning a BCS bowl game by going for broke and calling a Statue of Liberty play to win the game, followed by Ian Johnson, scoring the game winner and proposing to his cheerleader girlfriend on live network TV (a move that must be worth about 9 billion Man Points) is why even though the NCAA and the BCS and the almighty dollar may try to steal its soul, there is something pure and beautiful about college football.
This does not change the fact that the BCS is bullshit.
Anyhow, I had a big day coming up. I was going to be a real live professional sportswriter. Mark it down in your calendars. Jan. 1, 2007 was New Year's Day. Jan. 2, 2007 is, for me, New Life Day. Good night.