Ok time to get this party started. One conference a week, every team previewed.
Anyone who ever played little league baseball always had to put up with the distracted right fielder. This fucking kid, who was either 4ft nothing and looked like a toddler, or 6ft tall and uncoordinated as fuck, would be put out in right for his mandatory 3 innings and still manage to fuck up the game. He was the kid who everyone made fun of behind his back, and sadly often to his face. He was the kid who couldn’t name 4 major league players, spent his time in the field picking flowers, and was really only playing so his stripper mom could make eyes at your fresh out of college assistant coach. This essentially describes the Big East’s standing among college footballs elite. Sure, we’re on the fucking team, but we get our minimum playing time and a shitton of snide comments. Could this conference grow its hair out, learn the guitar, and start banging that alt chick with the tits? Yes. For the Big East, that hair is a balding mullet, the guitar is the Air Raid, and that alt chick with the tits is still Bob Stoops.
First Off The Bus 