You don’t need me to remind ye fellow bronconagurskians that the sport we cherish, college football, has gone wack a mole cwazeeee!

It’s like walking down the midway of the Shelby County Fair, that sideshow ping pong ball souvenir in your jeans’ back pocket, and all of sudden the place goes William Castle nutsarama.

The Tilt A Whirl flies off its bearings. The Bearded Lady starts running amok wanting to kiss everybody carrying four foot stuffed bear in their arms. The corn dog you bought actually has some taste to it.

Nothing makes real sense anymore.

But nothing, nothing at all, nothing we could have ever fathomed is as cockamamie as this, which I shall dub The Great Tar Heel Experiment.

72 year old Bill Belichick, who has never coached a college football game in his entire vaunted HOF career, whose bestie Nick Saban said “I’m outta there,” has taken on the task of being North Carolina’s football coach.

Uh, what?

You fuggin’ kiddin’ me?

No.

Wilkommen to berserkamania, fans.

Listen, I love my favorite teams — U of L, Detroit Lions and Tigers — and cherish every one of their games. (Except playing Arch Rival any time in any sport, like this Saturday. It’s too too too . . .)

But I just love sports, observing the dynamics, how they evolve, for better or worse. Of course I take on favorites and villains from other teams and announcing booths– based on nothing but a gesture or stupid observation — but also the big picture ebb and flow. Even the dismal conference expansion crap.

So, I can’t wait to watch how this whole Belichick in baby blue plays out.

As I’ve wondered before, will those Ben Silverish NC Bubbas abide their new coach on the sideline in a frayed sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off?

What would make this ultimate curiosity even more curioser: North Carolina vs Colorado in next year’s Duke’s Mayo Bowl.

BB or Prime gettin’ the mayo bath. We’re talking one of the great moments in the history of the sport.

Bring it.

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Speaking of a guy I’ve never met but for whatever reason I have problems with, there’s Lane Kiffin.

But for once we agree, for once when he goes on a rant, it’s OK with me. Because he’s tellin’ the truth.

The way the Transfer Portal is currently set up for football is beyond absurd. Something invented by a thousand monkeys typing on a single keyboard.

It’s bowl season. They’ve always been exhibitions, and extra game, an extra practice the chance for fans to visit some place balmy during the holidays. Like Boise. Or Detroit. Or Fenway.

But now, coaches are supposed to be coaching. And coaxing current squad members to stay the course. And wooing new squad members to replace the ones looking for the proverbial greener gridiron. Unless they want to play on blue in Idaho, or whatever that Coastal shade is in Carolina.

I have to agree this is arguably the worst of many bad NCAA decisions.

At least for a couple of weeks when they increase the number of teams for March Madness.

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Looks like prodigal son Rich Rodriguez will be making his triumphant(???) return to the West Virginia sidelines.

Which move I predicticated more than a week ago. Just sayin’.

And so one Scott Frost shall be making his triumphant(???) return to where he once belonged: Central Florida.

Kids, you can’t make this stuff up.

Can’t wait for next fall to pop me up some Black Jewell Touch of Butter and observe how this all plays out.

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The vollyeball team doesn’t tip off against Purdue until 9:30 tonight.

Don’t they know my bedtime?

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I really had prepared in advance to take a deeper dive into the whole Texas Western ’66 thing in my GameCap last evening.

But, ya know, as hard as it is to believe, there are times when I actually self edit. Since, understand, Glorious Editor is never to be found, before a deadline says click “Post.”

Just a couple of memories about that iconic W over the #1 Wildcats.

The Miners were not only good, a few of the players had some great names.

Willie Cager. I mean, really. Orsten Artis. Nevil Shed.

And, of course, David “Big Daddy D” Lattin.

The Baron didn’t know what hit him, or how to adjust.

After the game, I sat at courtside and listened to Adolph Rupp’s postgame radio interview with Claude Sullivan.

He threw everybody under the bus, including his own players, who lost only two games all season. He insinuated that the Miner players were criminals of a sort.

Not only did he get seriously outcoached in the loss, he was wrong about the Miners’ players. Who succeeded in their chosen endeavors for the most part later in life, as is the case with most/ many championship teams. Some, like Lattin, I believe, became pretty wealthy.

Love to talk about being in the gym that night for such an “important” moment in the sport.

— c d kaplan