Bowls don’t suck because they’re bowls; bowls suck because they are wrongly supposed to be a substitute for playoff games. Why can’t these asshole college politicians and moneymen who are standing in the way of the inevitable come up with a way to have both? An actual playoff system wouldn’t interfere with these other expositions of WAC adequacy or ACC sufficiency. What is a 15th or 20th-ranked team playing “for” now in this so-called bowl season that they won’t still be playing for in future post-seasons when we finally have a playoff system?
NIT for the BCS, dude. That’s where they can go from here.
Went up and spent the day with my aunt in our ancestral hometown in Bosque Co., Texas where she lives with an unfortunate dog, some semi-adopted cats, and a very long memory. We ate ham and black-eyed peas and cornbread. It was very good. I helped her create several flower arrangements (which is not gay if done as an assistant and for the purpose of decorating our family’s graves). After we got back from the cemetery, we gossiped a while longer and then I took my leave.
All in all, a beautiful and memorable way to spend the first day of 2009.
(On a musical note, I finally listened to Amy Winehouse’s 2006 album Back to Black pretty much the whole way up and back. It is, minus a track or two, an absolute masterpiece. Unfortunately for Miss Winehouse, the mere fact of my admiration for her work means it is no longer hip, as I am the Cultural Stop Codon of any hot item you may once have pleased. Science has not explained this. But that title track? Sublime.)
The last spam I received in my spam folder for 2008? It’s a little something, as it were, from one “Bryon Hogan” with the subject line
Your popularity will rise when you get a bigger size.
True dat, but what cheek! Mr. Hogan may think his little fortune cookie aphorism is the limit of cleverness, but I wish he would just leave me be. It’s New Year’s Day and I’m not in the market for whatever he’s selling.