Published 11:46 pm Thursday, December 19, 2024 By Scooter Hobbs OK, College Football Playoff, the CFP, whatever you want to be called, but you’re on the clock, starting Friday night. All 12 of you, an even dozen. Bigger is supposed to be better, you’ve told us this for years.
Yeah, I know, you haven’t even played a game yet in this new format, and already they’re clamoring to bulk it up to 16, 24, maybe 64 and some spare change. Who knows. Settle down and let’s see how this works out first.
Give it a chance. I did, and I fought the notion for eons. Yet the expanded field did make for some high drama to finish the regular season, mostly good old-fashioned, college whining and theatrical cry-babying by those left out of the affair.
Looking at you, Alabama, but that’s not important now. Speaking of “what do you want to be called,” the, uh, CFP? Is that the best you can do? Get yourself a fun corporate sponsor, the sillier the better. Try to avoid any sort of wealth management — boring — or certainly not some prescription medication warning of 734 side effects in the fine print.
Shreveport set the standard many years ago with the Weedeater Bowl, and now The Bad Boy Mowers Pinstripe Bowl is keeping lawncare close to the festivities. The possibilities are endless. But “CFP” ain’t gonna cut it.
Point is, you guys need you a Famous Idaho Potato to step up, maybe some more Duke’s Mayo, perhaps a Tony the Tiger (Sun) or — my personal favorite, ahem — the.
