Among the many theories I have about nearly everything, there is one pertaining to college football at specifically this time of year which I stand by stalwartly.
To wit: There are always schools with high expectations coming into the season, underperform, then. . . .
. . . spit out the bit.
The players have busted their hump in spring practice, endured workouts over the summer in the heat and weight room under the menacing eyes barbell obsessive traiuners. Then fall practice, then the rigors of game weeks, while also studying Nuclear Molecular History of Physical Nuancing (They are student athletes don’t you know!), while staying in touch with their NIL agents, watching game film, hangin’ out at their fave sorority houses, and playing in their Madden NFL game league.
When underperformance and losses start piling up, when the Commentariat at their schools’ chatrooms sharpens their teeth. The boolah boolah ebbs.
And they start to mail it in instead of competing.
This year’s runaway winner: Trojans of Southern Cal, come on down, enter your name in the transfer portal.
(Yoo hoo, Zachariah Branch come on over to the Belknap Campus. The Brothers Brohm will get you the ball in open space.)
The dudes from Cali with their Heisman QB, started out 6-0, and have already finished their regular campaign at 7-5.
That syndrome describe above is why, to my dismay, they were throttled in their rivalry game by the Bruins from Westwood. USC looked like they’d been whupped with an ugly stick.
I shoulda seen it comin’. But didn’t.
The rest of my weekly predictionary recap is way less as sad.
The Dabos won. The team from the Little Apple won. The Gamecocks took care of the Cats.
Of course, the honeymoon continues for the Louisville Cardinals.
So, Arch Nemesis Bookstore Billy, feast on this: 4-1. Yet again. Like for the sixth time this year. Ho Hum.
43-22 on the year.
This week’s winners: Continue reading Seedy K’s Peerless Pigskin Prognostications: Week XIII