Saturday was just great, wasn't it? I didn't have work obligations, no circumventing the globe for rock concerts. I sat in a comfortable chair, drank Miller High Life and ate bratwursts for about 13 hours. I barely remembered how much fun that was. I barely remembered how fun night games were. I barely remembered what a big win felt like.
There were hog-and-ladders and Game of the Centuries Part Five and reverse clempsoning and Vandys not being Vandy.
Saturday was a damn blast, and reminded me why I love college football.
The obvious. - What am I going to tell you about Texas A&M that you didn't see with your own eyes?