And with that, National Signing Day has come and gone.
There is nothing finer, nothing more completely and utterly pointless (save perhaps my beloved pastime of mid-season bowl projections), than NSD, that highest of high sports-blog holy days.
Now that the fax machines have whirred to a close, we begin the recriminations, the armchair-quarterbacking, the projections and extrapolations and projectapoluations of the future football success of a bunch of 18-year old kids about to enter big-time college football.
And with it comes the best part: The Rankings, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love John Settle.