Imagine a smoke filled room of a dozen or so men that have spent a lifetime in football. These men are tasked with finding the best and brightest that college football has to offer. They watch hours of film that turn into weeks. They meet every day for months as they try and figure out just exactly who they are going to choose. They call friends and colleagues that have also spent a lifetime in and around the game of football to ask their opinion. They hire countless scouts and outside firms to give them reports. These men are tasked with just finding one guy that they will select number 1 in the NFL draft.
The Mere Idea of a Playoff Committee is a Monument to the Stupidity of Man
