Of course, they're also saying there's no way on God's green earth they will stay there, even if they beat everyone else on their schedule 112-0 and play with such consummate poise and fury their blue turf catches on fire.
That's the thing about poobahs. They ask you out, they court you with flowers and romantic dinners, they tell you you're the most beautiful thing they've ever seen. Then they dump you for the first floozy from Columbus or Eugene or Tuscaloosa that comes along.
Can we get a playoff now? Please?