I don’t know about you, but there is nothing like a good hit of Werner Herzog to get me centered up and ready for the day. Here he explains his theory of poetry–i.e., why “we must not avert our eyes” at the site of the grotesque (in particular, Wrestlemania and Anna Nicole Smith).
Alabama is clearly the best team in college football. While I would like to have seen how Oregon would have fared against them, I don’t think that even the Ducks would have had much of a chance tonight. What is most disappointing about this game, besides the lopsided score, is that Notre Dame didn’t even seem like it belonged on the same field as these guys. They probably would have ended up in the middle of the pack in the SEC. Certainly Texas A&M would have kicked their butts. LSU, Florida, Georgia and South Carolina likewise. I look forward to a playoff.
Nevertheless, congratulations to Alabama. They have built an outstanding program, and they do it with class: no showboating, no bragging–just hard nose, fundamental football at a very high speed. Very impressive.
It is halftime and several things are clear: 1) Alabama should be playing Oregon, 2) Brent Musburger thinks that A.J. McCarron’s girlfriend is really hot, and 3) the latter is starting to creep me out.
This is a butt-kicking. Alabama’s running backs are throwing off Notre Dame defenders as if they were little boys. It’s embarrassing. Now that I can’t even trust my gut, where do I go? (No need to answer).
Yes, because my brain has failed me too many times in these kinds of situations, I am going with my gut on this one. It is bigger and more useful anyway. And my gut tells me that Notre Dame will win a close one. Defense, resiliency…ah fuck the analysis. Notre Dame will win (and I will be sainted).