Thirty-seven days. If I’m doing my math right, we will all have 37 days to read, hear, argue and, in some cases, fight over who will win the national championship in college football. If only we could put this much effort into finding a cure for cancer or fixing our economy.
I love college football, and I suppose part of the fun is being able to check your brain at the beer tap in order to blindly hold onto the idea that your favorite team is best in all the land. Taking it a step further and trying to argue that point without said brain is another matter.
Being able to debate with another degree-holding fan over who is going to win based on things like common opponents, strength of schedule, mascots, past titles won, team colors, luck and whatever other ammo one can find is fun.
For a minute.
It’s when things get heated and/or personal that it quits being fun. What is curious is that in my whole life, I’ve never seen anyone in such a discussion swayed by the other person’s reasoning. It happens about as often as a Democrat turns Republican, or vice versa.