One of the coolest things about living in California, aside from paying taxes that makes Belgians wince, is the fact that college football is in full swing as I breakfast: usually a fiber-rich muesli bought fair trade from Andean Indiginos. After my exfoliating regimen, making a lease payment on my Range Rover, and my Scientology self-affirmations, I begin my game-watching.
Watching Marquette defend Notre Dame was a thing of beauty. You'll have a hard time finding a team that helps and recovers as quickly as UM. McAlarney and Jackson were virtual nonfactors this game. On offense, the Golden Eagle backcourt when Dominic James doesn't channel AJ Abrams is severely underrated. Jerel McNeal is the real deal and one of the best scorers in the country and Wesley Matthews is a third
Is there a more miserable color commentator than Len Elmore when he's doing a Maryland game especially when the Terps are getting prison raped? Cheer up Len, did you really expect the Terrapins to do anything at Cameron Indoor today? There's no Juan Dixon or Stevie Francis on this club. Elmore has gone through the first half of the ballgame with analysis that vacillates between pathetic rationalizations of the Terp whooping to
The Orange is on its way to dropping 50 first half points on a porous Irish defense. How? They're putting 4 guys on the floor that can all dribble, pass, and shoot. Harris, Flyn, Devendorf, and Rautins just flying around creating help and recover situations all over the floor exploiting the Irish lack of quickness. 'Cuse bigs are finding all the space they need to back down defenders and operate