Something tells me that Florida State wouldn’t have allowed 300 yards rushing in the national championship game.
If we needed another reminder that the four-team playoff format was a viral dinner party of the absurd for college football, we got it on Monday night in the final shindig before everything changes.
There was Washington’s defense on the national stage, metaphorically trapped in a magical torture device like Connor from Mountain Brook, and then roundly conquered by the mysterious forces of this thing it apparently had never seen before called the power urn … ur … I mean, the power run.
