Can we please stop pretending college football is anything other than a billion-dollar clown show held together by buyout checks, booster fantasies and athletic directors who negotiate contracts with all the fiscal discipline of a drunken lottery winner?
And nowhere is the absurdity louder, dumber, or more perfectly distilled than in the latest coaching mania surrounding Lane Kiffin — the hottest name in the “Who Wants to Overpay a Coach?” sweepstakes now captivating Gainesville and Baton Rouge.
This isn’t a Florida story. It’s not an Ole Miss story. It’s not even a Lane Kiffin story.