A few random brain spasms from a week in which I saw two college football games in 48 hours and was reminded once again why the college game outrocks the pros in the Numbingly Formal League:
* Paint a giant letter in the school colors of his choice on the bare chest of this guy here, who's absolutely right: Karma lives. If you bring in a platinum-grade punk like Jeremiah Masoli to play quarterback for you, you deserve to get 49 hung on you at home by the likes of Jacksonville State and lose in double overtime. Later for you, Ole Miss.
* As I've said before here on the Blob, my favorite part of college football is this: Driving back home late at night after filing the column, listening to some late college football game murmur through the static from somewhere. This time it was North Carolina-LSU on the drive home from South Bend, and what a finish -- Carolina with two shots into the end zone to win in the last 10 seconds after trailing by 20 going into the fourth quarter. Superb business.
* Here's how I know Notre Dame fans, after all the letdowns these past 14 years, are playing wait-and-see with Brian Kelly: No bedsheets.
Took a walk around campus Saturday before Purdue-Notre Dame, and there was marked absence of Kellymania -- including the obligatory bedsheets hanging from the dorm windows. I can still remember the "In Bob We Trust" and "In Ty We Trust" bedsheets hanging from the windows for the inaugural games of the Bob Davie and Tyrone Willingham eras. Not so this time.
Here's the irony of that: Kelly might actually turn out to be the guy they can trust.