landry jones

Secretly, I’ve always been fascinated that a group of soothsayers could sit in a room, examine mysterious statistics, and accurately project a college football game’s final score.  It doesn’t quite seem possible, and it’s not like there are any Grays Sports Almanacs in real life.  Yet, every week, the shadowy oddsmakers of Las Vegas pull it off.  It took me a while to realize they weren’t using black magic.  There really is a method to the madness. It’s easy to forget that, somewhere, men in suits are treating college football as a black-and-white science.  True fans don’t share the robotic sensibilities . . .