What? No College FB Championship Thread?

Good point.

 

On the West Coast, watched parts of the first half before and after dinner, watched two recorded shows with my wife, then watched the last 12 minutes of the game.

If it wasn't close, I would not have come back to the game. I imagine a lot of people in the east gave up with Bama up double digits around 11 p.m.

 

It probably hurt these last couple of years that Clemson was one of the teams in the finals. Sports fans know Clemson, but your average Joe tends to have not a clue.

In 2003 when Clemson finally beat Florida State for the first time (in an ACC game), my wife and I were watching the game at a sports bar. Texas was drubbing someone, and pretty much everyone else in the bar was watching that game. When it became obvious we were out of sync with the rest of the room, some guy came over and asked us what game we were watching. "Clemson, huh? Where's that?" He was friendly enough and later came over to talk with us again. "I'm gonna pull for Clemson from now on," he said, pumping his fist. "Go ... what are y'all called?"

 

On one of the ESPN simulcasts last night, Bill Walton asked Jay Bilas "what city is Clemson in?"

 

My wife asked last night where the school was -- not just what state but actually where -- and I had to get out the Google Maps.

 

I don't know what it says about me, but I seriously enjoyed that broadcast of five people talking over each other way more than actually listening to announcers.

 

I'd think a better comparison would come from running those numbers on a random October weekend. The Super Bowl is the Death Star of American television, altering the orbit of everything else in the universe.

 

We used to keep an assortment of little college promo digests. The one for Clemson made it sound like Shangri-La.

 

He also apparently spent a considerable amount of time stumping for the legalization of Mary Jane.

 

And invited Beadle up to his hotel room after the game.

 

If it didn't conflict with my game of the year, I'd watch Bill Walton shoot the breeze with people in a DMV line. Dude just fascinates me.

 

My wife is an IU grad, so I constantly quote Walton from a year ago in Maui when he randomly asked Boog Sciambi: "How many Yogis do you know?" in a voice only Walton could.