There are an unbelievable 42 bowl games.
So the “top 84” teams make it - some with losing records!
What a joke! What saps the fans are!
The new opiate of the masses.
Except for people like my dad. He’s 78 and sports is his life. He could watch football all day, have no human interaction (except with me), and he’d be happy as a clam.
“The new opiate of the masses.”
That thought has been rolling around my brain for quite a while. This is part of the bread and circuses, while the empire burns.
They just make up bowls these days. Growing up in the “old days” I remember the main ones and now with the “new names” I can’t even know which is which unless they say the “old” name with the new “sponsor”.
Ridiculous.