What a huge slice of baloney. What a steaming hunk of junk. What a prodigious, stinkin’-assed pile of damned hooey.
It would be one thing if, over the years, the various NCAA tournament selection committees managed to define a specific set of criteria and steadfastly stick to one approach to building a tournament field, but instead those criteria always seem to be moving this way and that, depending on where the eyes of a dozen attention-deficit-addled adults land on a given day.
For this baseball committee this year, apparently non-conference strength of schedule took on added importance.