The big story in college football this offseason has been the rapid rearrangement of conferences. It looks like a small child has shaken out a bin with action figures and all of a sudden there is an unexpected summit that appears to be happening between go-bots and a few ninja turtle villains. Ask any random bystander what conference a middling and unexceptional Power Five program is in currently and they will not be able to tell you. But that would be a fiendish trick! Because the funniest part of the realignment, one marked by rapacious raids by other conferences for plum programs, erstwhile conference-mates stabbing each other in back, hasty midnight meetings involving provosts, and apparently zero consideration whatsoever for non-football athletes who now will spend a large portion of their college experience in various regional airports is that none of that realignment has happened yet.
College Football's Spite Season
