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I call them “Yardwork Saturdays” because you look at the college football slate and how little is going on and realize it’s a pretty darn good weekend to get some work done around the house to build up some much needed collateral with your wife/girlfriend for the coming months ahead as you bury your couch in butt cheek and beers.
At first glance, the schedule looks like a classic eye-roller, heaven sent for Roger Goodell and his league to do something stupid and overshadow anything college football could possibly throw at us because no one wants to play anyone else.
There are only two games featuring ranked teams against one another, which seems rank. One of those features Oklahoma and fringe top 25 Tennessee, who is an oddity at this point still.
The other is Oregon and Michigan State, which is ostensibly a playoff game in so many ways for both of these teams. The loser faces a climb back into the playoff talk and comes real close to becoming dependent on others’ misfortunes to have a shot at a title.
Truth is, the schedule is back loaded as all hell. If you like an early bed time, you’ll end up missing some stuff. And on the upside, by the time to settle in to chew off on anything meaningful for the day football wise, the back yard should look great.
Oklahoma and Tennessee don’t tangle until 6 p.m. Oregon and Michigan State start back room brawling at 8 p.m. LSU goes to Starkville and they kick off about 9:15, cowbell and all. And then at 10:15 for the true die hards, junkies, insomniacs, drunks at the end of the bar shutting the place down, or just people who live basically west of Iowa … Boise State vs. BYU starts at 10:15 and is Gang of Five on Gang of Five crime.
Sounds like something that should be an episode of “Locked Up,” if that show is still around.
So make sure your mower has grass and your blade is reasonably sharp. It might be a good time to check and see if the truck has oil, or the fence needs mending. Finish a project or two that can’t be done in the winter, or get started on one you can’t possibly finish by the time the first snow hits.
Or if you’re lucky, go grab a six pack and 18 holes.
Either way, Yardwork Saturday (the first of a few, sadly, since no one wants to play anyone else with real frequency anymore) has become Kardashian Saturday all in one. I’ll let you figure that one out on your own.
