With each passing week in this crazy season comes more and more email to my inbox. Keep it coming. As always, I make a point to respond to everyone through email or on the site. I will never use anyone's full name on BON unless explicitly authorized.
PB - Though I understand circumstances sort of dictate the coverage, do you not feel the slightest bit ridiculous hyperanalyzing all these farcical counterfactuals and (non-)storylines?
Oliver: the timing of your email is impeccable. Though I was smack dab in the middle of addressing some of this in Wednesday's "Morning Coffee," your email struck a nerve and deserves an immediate response... because you spoke to the essence of this whole stupid mess: It's theater of the absurd, isn't it?
I can't think of any better way to frame it...
The Myth of Sisyphus is a philosophical essay by Albert Camus... [in which he] introduces his philosophy of the absurd: man's futile search for meaning, unity and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God and eternal truths or values.
Keep that in mind when soaking in the verses I've assembled below--each comprised solely of snippets from Kirk Bohls' Tuesday column: "Coaches Showing Texas No Love."
NOBODY LIKES US
Perhaps it's Longhorns' institutional arrogance.
The Sooners are already on the brink
Of overtaking them.
And that's dead wrong.
Are voters that obsessed with OU's downhill offense?
Since when does head-to-head not count?
"If I had to bet now...
Oklahoma would finish ahead of Texas."
Some may still resent the Texas coach for plugging
His team over California for a Rose Bowl berth in 2004.
"Texas has got to be rooting big for Rice to win.
It's going to be close and come down to the computers."
It's like voting Grenada No. 1 ahead of the United States.
Could voters think Colt McCoy is an alien
Because he's completing 78 percent of his passes?
Could it be Bob Stoops' quippy sound bites?
A Buck Burnette backlash?
All the rest is speculation.
Are your emotions magnificently stirred? Do you see within the madness its inner beauty?
No? Hmm... I have an idea, then: Let us turn to one of the great orators of our time, Geoff Ketchum, for the proverbial icing on the cake:
Some of you will never admit it, but the BCS is the best thing that ever happened to college football. Seriously. No, seriously.
If we can all get past the obvious subjective and flawed nature of the process, it sure is a hell of a lot of fun. Now you might argue with me on this, but the truth of the matter is that college football is so much more fun to follow since start of the BCS that it’s hard to even compare the eras.
It’s the equivalent to what the caveman must have felt after the wheel was discovered. From now until the end of the season, it seems like every single game in the country has a potential trickle-down effect on the pending national championship pairing.
Suddenly, every game matters because your strength of schedule matters, as does your opponents strength of schedule.
Style points, margin of victory, human polls, computer polls and the occasional didn’t-see-it-coming upsets will dominate the college football world for the next month and even though the majority of the fans will complain about the process, they’ll love every minute of it.
It’s like a guy that complains about his girlfriend to his friends, but secretly has a teddy bear in his trunk that he plans to surprise her with when he gets home.
Yes, we’d all like to have a playoff, but let’s acknowledge the obvious: the process is a lot of fun. Is it possible that your team might get screwed? Yes. But that’s a very small price to pay for a process that never fails to deliver excitement and fun in the final six weeks of the season.
Frankly, the BCS is the most underrated thing going in sports.
Style points, Complaints, Secret teddy bears--Oh, My!
Now--if you can--look past the artful assuaging and hone in on the forceful cohesion of the argument:
- Yes, the process is unfair.
- Yes, the majority of fans will complain about the process.
- Nevertheless, if we ignore those minor inconveniences, the BCS is the most underrated thing going in sports.
Indeed! And to think: Ms. Morissette was stuck with 10,000 spoons when all she needed was a knife! Isn't it ironic?
It is not.
In confronting the realm of the absurd, Albert Camus spits on this lack of fortitude:
Does the realization of the absolute absurdity of man's existence require suicide?
No, it requires revolt.