A few thoughts:
1. Regional conferences aren't a thing anymore. Do people in Arizona really care to tune into USC-Rutgers now? Nobody in the midwest does either.
2. CONSTANT B1G and SEC glazing (mostly SEC). A lot of people are sick of it, and don't want to watch the games. I know it's anecdotal, but I have countless friends who have stopped watching ESPN College GameDay. "Here are a few matchups outside the SEC...and now we mentioned them, let's spend the next hour glazing the SEC!"
3. The CFP committee. There is no criteria for actually making the CFP. A bunch of good matchups are getting cancelled, or people don't want them. It can hurt or help, but nobody actually knows. This also means media perception and pushing is just at an all time high with propaganda.
There are probably lots of reasons. I really think #1 is a big factor though. People aren't as interested in certain matchups anymore because they have no regional ties.
Word of Wisdom: So That My Brother May Live
I recently spoke with a young co-worker about why he had left the LDS Church. He came from generations of pioneer ancestry and had received a mission call to the other side of the world, but he chose not to go.
As we talked, I was reminded that people leave organized religion for very different reasons.
Some cannot honestly accept its truth claims.
Some have been wounded by people who claimed to represent God.
Others find themselves spiritually hungry, or alienated by a church’s culture and politics.
But this young man acknowledged another reason: he wanted to drink. He wanted a freedom his religion would not permit.
So we talked about alcohol, and I gave him the argument I have come to believe is the heart of the Word of Wisdom.
Set the health claims aside. Forget the liver and the lungs.
Put ten men in a room. Give all ten permission to drink. Eight of them will be fine. They will have a beer on Friday and a glass of wine at a wedding and die old in their beds.
Two of them will not be fine. Two of them will become drunks. They will lose their wives and their children and their work. They will die early, and they will take other people down with them on the way out. Everyone who has lived long enough knows the two. Most of us have buried one.
Here is the question. Should the other eight give up alcohol so that the two may live?
My answer is yes. Absolutely yes. The eight should set the thing down, not because it would hurt them, but because it will kill their brother, and no one can tell in advance which of the ten is the brother.
That is the whole argument.
The commandment is not written for the eight. It is written for the two, and the eight keep it so that the two are never alone in keeping it.
The revelation says this about itself. It is given, in its own words, for the weak and the weakest of all saints.
It does not claim to be a diet. It is a fence built around the one man who cannot climb back over it, and everyone else walks the long way around for his sake.
That is what Christianity is.
Sometimes you give up a thing you enjoy so that your brother may have life. Not because the thing is evil. Because he is your brother.
He disagreed. He said it simply. Why should I have to give up alcohol so the other two can live?
That question stayed with me. Beneath a disagreement about alcohol was a deeper disagreement about what we owe one another. Is my brother’s vulnerability merely his problem, or does loving him place a claim upon my freedom? Must I personally suffer the consequences of something before I have a reason to give it up?
To me, Christianity begins to become real precisely where the answer costs us something, where another person’s good matters enough to interrupt our enjoyment.
This young man’s own people knew this in their bones. The pioneers he descends from gave up houses, farms, orchards, the graves of their parents, the country they were born in, and in more than one family their children, so that a people might exist that did not yet exist.
They did not ask why should I.
When the handcart companies were dying in the snow, men rode out of the valley into the storm for strangers whose names they had never heard.
That is his blood.
He is being asked to give up a beer. I do not say that to shame him. I say it because the distance between what his fathers gave and what he would not give is the measure of what has happened to the Mormons, and it did not happen to him alone.
I think the mission call and the drink were the same question wearing two coats.
A mission is two years of your life handed to strangers in a country you will never see again, so that someone there may have life. The Word of Wisdom is one small pleasure handed to a man you will never meet, so that he may have life.
He answered both the same way. Why should I. Once you have said it to one, you have already left the faith.
To the farmer I followed home… 🚜
Last night, after a golf scramble and the end-of-year golf banquet, I quickly got the golf clubs returned, gathered up the rest of our things, loaded my girls into the car, and headed home.
It was getting late, everyone was tired, and I was watching the clock because bedtime was calling our names.
I didn’t get very far before I ended up behind you.
You took up about 90% of the road, so I decided there really wasn’t much for me to do except sit back, enjoy the ride, and keep an eye on the clock. 😂
But as I looked in my rearview mirror, I realized there were 8+ vehicles behind you—and not one of us tried to pass.
We all understood.
You were working.
You were getting home.
And we were simply along for the ride.
So, from one stranger to another, I hope you know that somewhere behind you was a whole line of people who were patient, gave you space, and appreciated what you were doing.
I hope your yield is at an all-time high. 🌾
I hope your lunchbox is always filled with unlimited snacks.
I hope your coffee is stronger than my 7-year-old’s willpower. ☕😂
And I hope you make it home safely every night.
Thanks for reminding me that sometimes getting where we’re going means slowing down and letting someone else get where they need to go first.
Stay safe, Farmer. 🚜🌾
AI makes it really easy to find the SEC bias. We’ve barely started conference play, so schedules have not been that different.
Look how many undefeated and 1-loss teams are ranked and not ranked by conference 🤦♂️
Expanding the playoffs isn't going to kill the regular season.
You know what will? Immediately rewarding teams for "good losses" which is all the rage right now.
Sports are about winning and losing.
Winning = Good
Losing = Bad
Here we are again
Mizzou has no business being in the Top 25, but they always are
Overall the past three seasons:
• 0-9 against ranked teams
• 0-7 against teams that finish ranked
• Best wins: 8-5 Iowa, 5-7 Auburn
Yet they’ve been ranked 31/38 weeks in that span
SEC bias
Solution: When groups unitedly chant “F the Mormons, Catholics, Baptists, Methodists, Jews” or whatever group they decide to so offensively deride, assess their team with a 15-yard unsportsmanlike conduct penalty. They won’t do it again, not out human decency, but out of their own selfishness because it hurts their team. If the players and fans can hear the offensive chants, the officials can hear it too. One 15-yard penalty will redirect their focus onto something else — like maybe the game itself. The #Big12 could do this if it truly mattered to them.
From his name to his number, there are many unique facets to Bear Bachmeier.
After growing up in a football family, Bear and his brother Tiger Bachmeier are now teammates at @BYUFootball#feature
Kalani has built the culture and showed his true colors with the kneel down to end the game.
Points could help BYU, many voters only see scores, but Kalani won't compromise.
Kalani's culture leaks into Cougar Nation.
We need to be a positive light in a darkening product.
I love this from the Fifita family. Noah is special and I hope they run the rest of their schedule.
Excellent team.
So much love and respect for BYU @kalanifsitake@Pouha91 and the people of Provo.
From the minute we parked, it was “Welcome to Provo,” “Good luck today,” “Go Cats.” People offered us food and drinks from their tailgates. Inside the stadium, same thing even ice cream at 2nd quarter . And their crowd was electric
I sat in ADA seating with my father in law and he was wearing his Fifita #1 jersey. People constantly checked on him and treated him with nothing but respect, even when Arizona made a play. They probably thought i was his care giver, lol.
Made me think, this is what real competition should look like. Welcome people into your home, treat them with respect and grace, then when the ball is kicked off, try to knock each other’s heads off.
We hosted our first league games Sunday , six games from 9AM–7PM. I told our staff: make everyone feel welcome. If someone genuinely can’t pay at the door, let them in. Let them watch their kid.
If we want to change the culture at the high school and college level, it starts in youth .
And I don’t think it’s a coincidence faith is at the center of BYU’s culture. Jesus welcomed everyone to His table.
Compete hard. Cheer loud. Want to win BAD. But still love people.
Appreciate the love , Provo.
On 9/11 the FDNY lost 343 of their own.
Not statistics. Sons, fathers, husbands from 75 firehouses across the five boroughs.
121 engine companies and 62 ladder companies answered the call. Every Rescue company in New York went in.
💥They knew the buildings were coming down and they went in anyway. #NeverForget911 🇺🇸🙏