We've got a lot of time to kill before September 6, so let's try our hand at some terrible fan fiction. First up, an excerpt from our lurid tell-all memoir, Andros Nights.
I'd been with UConn for almost a decade. It was nice to be around someone famous. Someone who had been successful. Someone I could look up to and hope to be like someday, with his BCS bowl and all those basketball national titles and his College Cup and his Super Regional and his field hockey and his ice bus.
But you know, he was really mean to me.