Well, let me tell ya, this here CFP prediction thing, it’s a whole lotta fuss, ain’t it?
Folks get all worked up about who’s gonna be in and who’s gonna be out. It’s like watchin’ chickens in the yard, always peckin’ at each other to get to the feed.
Now, they talkin’ about this 12-team playoff. Twelve! That’s a whole heap of teams. Back in my day, we didn’t have no fancy playoffs. You just played your games and whoever was the best, well, they was the best. Simple as that.
But these youngsters, they like things complicated. They got rankings and seedings and all sorts of numbers. Makes my head spin, I tell ya.
I heard tell that some team called SMU, yeah, that’s it, SMU, might be sneakin’ in there. Number twelve, they say. And they gonna play against Texas, number five. Texas, huh? Them boys always think they’re somethin’ special. Well, we’ll see, won’t we?
- Them fellas on TV, they jabber on and on about projections and brackets.
- Sounds like somethin’ you’d hang on the wall, not somethin’ to do with football.
They keep changin’ their minds too. One minute this team’s in, the next minute they’re out. Can’t make up their minds, seems like.
And this Alabama team, everyone thought they was a shoo-in. But now they sayin’ maybe not. All ’cause they lost a few games. Well, shoot, everybody loses sometimes. Can’t win ’em all, that’s for sure.
It’s all about who you play, they say. And how good your conference is. This team beat that team, and that team beat this other team. It’s enough to make you dizzy.
They got these fellas, a CFP committee they call ’em. They sit around in a room and decide who’s worthy and who ain’t. Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me. But I guess somebody’s gotta do it.
And this year, they sayin’ the conference champions get a bye. That means they get to skip the first round. Smart fellas, them champions. Get to rest up while the other teams beat each other up.
I heard tell of some boy, plays for… I think they said USC, got hurt. A knee injury, they called it. But they sayin’ he’ll be alright for the playoff. Tough kid, I guess. Back in my day, you got hurt, you stayed hurt. No fancy doctors or nothin’.
This whole thing is gonna start in 2024, they say. Well, that’s just around the corner, ain’t it? Time flies, I tell ya. One minute you’re young and spry, the next minute you’re an old lady talkin’ about football playoffs.
They say the committee, they like them Group of Five champions. Don’t know what that means, but sounds important. Guess if you win your group, you got a better chance of gettin’ in. Makes sense, I suppose.
But then there’s them bubble teams, like that Alabama I was talkin’ about. They’re right on the edge, could go either way. Gotta win their last few games, I reckon, if they wanna get in. Pressure’s on, that’s for sure.
And all this talk about strength of schedule. Who you played and how good they was. Seems like if you play a bunch of tough teams and lose a few, you’re better off than if you play a bunch of easy teams and win ’em all. Go figure.
It’s a whole lot of hoopla, if you ask me. But I guess it gives folks somethin’ to talk about. And it’s good for the boys, gives ’em somethin’ to aim for. Long as they don’t get too big for their britches, that is.
So, who’s gonna be in? Who’s gonna be out? I ain’t got no crystal ball. But I reckon it’ll be excitin’, one way or the other. And come January, we’ll see who’s left standin’. That’s all that matters, in the end.
The top four conference champions, they say, get a free pass in the first round. Lucky ducks. But the rest of them, they gotta fight their way in. Tooth and nail. Just like we used to do in the old days, except we didn’t have no fancy playoffs. We just played for the love of the game.
Anyway, that’s my two cents on this here CFP prediction thing. Take it or leave it. I’m just an old lady, what do I know? But I know what I like, and I like good, hard-nosed football. And that’s what I’m hopin’ to see, no matter who’s playin’.
