Not only did watching Monday's simultaneously boring and heart-wrenching Rose Bowl rank as a bitter disappointment, but it also made me miss what many are calling the greatest college football game of all time. See, with about seven minutes left in the 4th quarter of USC's dismantling of the Wolverines, the wife and I switched off the TV and proceeded to pretend the sport of football didn't exist. "Fiesta Bowl? What's that?" So, thank you Pete Carroll, John David Booty, and that wide receiver I'd never heard of who's suddenly the NFL's next hot draft pick. I went to bed early. Your victory is complete.
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