Those who know me personally can probably imagine that I would rather be got dead than be present in a Hooters. I know it may sound snobby, but just take my word for it - they don't want me there any more than I want...
College Football and weekends in the autumn go together like peanut butter and jelly. It is just a form of respite to take in a sunny October day in Southern California while watching the greatest sport on the planet. This respite and escape is all...
What a difference a week makes. Four top ten teams lose last weekend alone, and not a single one loses this weekend. Such is the nature of college football - the sheer unpredictability of it all is part of the fun. And this coming weekend promises...
Readers of my weekly musings already know that this is a painful week for me. There were actually some tremendous games this weekend, and college football's standing as the greatest sport on the planet was enhanced - not damaged. But nevertheless, any time my Trojans...
This will be a short edition, as not only were the Men of Troy off for the weekend, but the action around the country was boring beyond belief, and lacking in much surprise. Nevertheless, a weekend of college football is a weekend of college football,...
These weekends are the reason I love college football more than anything else I do besides my family and my work. It is a perfect weekend that involves leaving your house at 4:30 in the morning on a Saturday so that your tailgate will be...
USC may have had a bye week, but that doesn't mean the rest of the country took the week off. It may have seemed like it, but there were actually a lot of games played. And this college football lover has much to say, so...
And here we are again. The inaugural issue of the 2008 season of my Weekly Musings. The self-proclaimed "biggest college football lover of all time" welcomes all the new subscribers, and welcomes back the familiar ones. This is my fourth year doing these musings, and...
I have said it before, but never realized how much I meant it: There is no worse pain than losing to UCLA, but there is no greater joy than beating Notre Dame. As I walked out of the Coliseum this week, and made the parade...
I have said it before, but never realized how much I meant it: There is no worse pain than losing to UCLA, but there is no greater joy than beating Notre Dame. As I walked out of the Coliseum this week, and made the parade...
