Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?

BONer jokes aside, I've got just enough time tonight to completely screw up my running attempt at learning how to put together a Top 25 for this week.  Click ahead, I promise there are no more bad jokes.

Time to Improvozize

The Inaugural Horn Brain Poll of Unlimited Vagary and Speculation

This week's lesson:

Don't expect coaches to change, unless they're Mack Brown (thank God). The media and I bought into the talent advantage that Clemson and Pitt were supposed to have, forgetting something that I regularly gripe about when discussing the Longhorns:  All the talent in the world does you no good if you don't teach them how to play the game of football.  When your only touchdown comes from your best player on a kickoff return, you know that you've been outcoached.  When you get beaten by Bowling Green, well, you send your agent a flower basket for not letting you sign that contract without the guaranteed cash clause.  At this point, we're still too early in the season for this poll to mean a thing, which as BZ pointed out, is a threat to the Constitution and the Independence of our sovereign Right to Declaration of Emancipation.

Whatever.  It's not like I'm dropping bombs on your battleships, people.  I'm just trying to bias your thinking with a narrative that's easier to write about than what's actually going on.  It's not like anyone ever got hurt by that.

As always, if you convince me to move someone around, I'll do it.