Confusion, redemption and fear reign supreme in our college football postseason.
With the proliferation of bowls and their veritable plethora of locations, sponsors, animals, chicken sandwiches, computers, flowers, precious stones, auto parts and finance companies, we have a reasonable metaphor for our confusing Madison Avenue sports culture.
The most frequent questions I am asked this time of year invariably begin with, "Who is playing where? What do they call that bowl? Is ...
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