Oh, is it that time of year again? When we all piss & moan about the Rich White Boys Club? The club that prevents the paying customer a major college football playoff system, keeping in place a [toilet] bowl system where they control the flow of cha-ching, and thus render all but one January game as exhibitions?
You know it, I know it, the Taiwanese people know it: Michigan or USC both could spank Florida, and thus Florida has no business matching up with Ohio State for the big enchilada.
Now, Michigan and USC: that'll be entertaining enough, sure! But there's nothing to be gained from it, and nobody watches the consolation game during the Final Four in March -- because nobody gives a damn who wins 3rd place.
And do the semi-consoled players go full throttle in the secondary bowls? Maybe. C'mon, they're college kids; they don't know any better.
But you do remember Willis McGahee, don't you? One of the lucky ones he. And, granted, his knee went kablooey in the title game against OSU a couple years ago, but it cost him a full season in the NFL, and, likely, a more lucrative contract. Inevitably -- and maybe it's already happened 3 or 30 times -- there'll be some poor sap playing for Sasquatch U in the Tostitos Bite Me Bowl for no marbles, lose a limb in a pile-up over a loose ball -- maybe his -- and never make it to the Show. And he coulda been a contendah!
Rich White Boys. I say stick those pricks in uniform and send 'em to the sandbox.
Disclaimer: I say that as a white boy, although luckily I'm broke!