As for the New Mexico Bowl, well, your not so smart teacher failed to follow Rule # 3 when picking a winner of a schlepper bowl. Which is: Always go with the hungry underdog, grateful to be playing in any bowl. And I didn’t heed Rule # 12: Preference should be given to a first year coach who has brought some life to a mundane program. Also slipping my mind was Rule # 9: Be wary of schools returning to the same bowl in consecutive years. (Let’s hope I remember that when addressing the Music City Bowl.)
All of which is to say Fresno State was a stupid pick from the get go. I was dazzled by their win over Illinois. Vat a dumpkopf. One saving grace is that Joey the Vig didn’t give me a call after my gaffe. Of course, he’s flush with my moolah, so why should he rub it in.
Plus, the Bulldogs have the leading rusher in the country and he can’t get across the goal line when Fresno has 1st and goal at the one. Geesh. They couldn’t score on two consecutive OT possessions, and were only awarded that second opportunity because the Cowboys missed a field goal that would have won it in the first go round. They looked about as anxious to get in the endzone as Tiger Woods is to meet the press.
I also violated a tenet of professorial conduct. It’s wise to stay more than one chapter ahead of your class. But, hey, I know how much tuition you paid, so you are getting your money’s worth.
Which brings us to the Crescent City, where they’re still scraping Saints fans off the sidewalk outside the Superdome after last night’s first L of the season.
New Orleans Bowl: Southern Miss vs. Middle Tennessee. You might recognize that fellow on MT’s sidelines. Sure enough, it’s Tony Franklin who, until his rapidly ascending star crashed and burned at Auburn, was the Next Great College Football Offensive Genius. The Blue Raiders started 3-3, but haven’t lost since while averaging 40+ points and over 460 years/ game. A W would give the school its first 10 W season. A tip of the hat to the new sheriff in Hattiesburg, Larry Fedora. (Okay, don’t know why, but I love the play on words.) If ever there was a bowl game of interest only to the wagerers and a couple of 10 year olds in Murfreesboro, whose parents let them stay up after bed time to watch, this is it. The Middle Tennessee Franklins shall prevail.
– Seedy K