Anguish

Perfect.

Perfectly awful.

As I began writing, Parlay Pete was writhing, watching Penn State grind away in a workmanlike manner to defeat the Temple Owls.  It ends as a nine point win, no cover, parlay gone, ruining Pete's foray into the jungle that is conjoined wagering.  Northern Illinois will later go on to win at Minnesota, further plotzing in the stew.

The Razorbacks have just made a greedy mistake that led to an interception that led to what would prove to be the winning Crimson Tide touchdown. Hope is crushed a second time when Ryan Mallett, leading what could be, for Arkansas, the comeback drive, gets lazy throwing a ball out of bounds and throws it very inbounds, into the waiting arms of an Alabama defender. 

The 4 has spoken.

Stanford, led by the generally despised Jim Harbaugh, is schooling USB in real world capabilities.  The USB fight song should be Jethro Tull's "Living in the Past". 

In Texas, heretofore scorned UCLA turned the vaunted Longhorns into hamburger.

Anguish...depending on who you're rooting for.  By the way, the correct structure is "for whom you are rooting".  Correct gammar doesn't change the results.

How'd we make out on the stars? We got our bottoms whupped.

NorthTexas @ FlaAtlantic -10.  Four star failure.  Howie's gang lost the game straight up, 21-17. 

Our three star was painful.  Tulane was in the game until three minutes remained, when a 41 yard TD on an intercepted pass pushed the score to 42-23 in favor of Houston, and that's how it ended.  That would be 19 points margin, 1/2 less than we needed.  Three star loser. Also, the most boring color commentary TV announcer of the day.  Insult added to injury.

Boomer Sooners.  The boom was Oklahoma imploding.  They were 19 1/2 point favorites and won by 2.  My head hurts.

Oregon @ Boise St - 17 1/2.  Same same.  Ofer.  O-fer-Saturday.

We are negative for the season.  I don't think that this has ever happened before. In a jolt of numerologic symmetry, we are minus 4. Fear the 4.

We'll be back.