Tony Barnhart thinks Miles could wind up in Ann Arbor. I know the Mad Hatter isn't regarded quite the same way as Nick Saban was during Saban's time in Red Stick, but it seems to me that Miles is begining to rebuild things at LSU. In the SEC, the Western Division is the power right now. 'Bama is 'Bama (with some QB question marks), Mississippi State is ascending, but Auburn will take a hit and Ole Miss is Old Mess. Arkansas loses much next season, so LSU is poised to rise above the fray. Miles is crazier than an outhouse rat, though, and a Michigan man.
Michigan is a project right now. They've got an electric quarterback in Denard Robinson (who could transfer?), but have some serious rebuilding to do. Big Blue might just make him an offer he can't refuse. What would that do to LSU?
I recorded the rest of last night's Sugar Bowl and fast forwarded it to the last quarter, where Arkansas screwed up more chances to win the damn thing than a Glenn Burns snow forecast. How many big play passes did the Hogs drop? Their receivers have been money all season long, including their game against us. And the image of Terrelle Pryor needed assistance to walk off the field was pure, unadulterated theatrics. That guy has no business being in college football. He's was a tool in high school, during the recruiting process, and as a Buckeye. He'll go pro, thus making the NCAA look even more foolish than they already do. Oh, and is there anyone outside of Columbus who thinks Jim Tressel is truly a man of character? I hope all five of his "ineligibles" go pro.
I don't know much about Oregon. I rarely watch a Pac 12 game because by the time they air, I'm usually so
I'm tired of going to England at Christmas. This time of the year, there is only about 7 hours of "dusk like" daylight. No wonder my wife left in 1989 to attend the University of Miami. I guess she figured if she was going to come to America, she'd go somewhere where the daily Ultraviolet Index was somewhere between Venus and Mercury. It was cold, grey and I found that people everywhere I went were not in a good mood. I saw the makeshift tents and the displaced people at Heathrow Airport...and my heart went out to them. It looked like a refugee camp. Next year, I'm spending Christmas with my folks in Watkinsville. With a big ol' Turducken feast and all the trimmings. And at least 3 more hours of daylight.