I suppose this is what it felt like to be a great actor in the 1930s not named Spencer Tracy. Or how it feels to be a track star running the same events as Usain Bolt. Or to land your first professional singing gig down the street from where Andrea Bocelli is holding a concert.
The journey to college football’s Bowl Championship Series final takes different twists and turns for most. It’s not all yards and tackles. It is not shaped merely by brilliant plays and dramatic wins. Sometimes, it’s not even about football.
It must be nice to be Jim Harbaugh. The bidding for his services has reached the point of absurdity, with the Miami Dolphins reportedly offering him $8 million per year.
Jimmer’s under the boards. Jimmer’s in the open. Jimmer makes the shot.
In three weeks, the Super Bowl matchup will be set, and it’s a reasonable bet that Tom Brady and the New England Patriots will be in one half of the bracket.
It’s not guaranteed a new year will bring change. The Yankees still will win in 2011. The Pirates won’t. LeBron James still will speak in the third person. Clay Guida will have long hair and fight as if intravenously fed with sugar. Rex Ryan will prefer feet.
When you know it’s time for league play to begin: At one point in your final nonconference game, your opponent has 12 turnovers, zero assists, nine shots in 12 minutes and its coach has screamed out at least eight set plays his team can’t execute or really has no idea what they mean.
