God help whoever has to play this team for the title.
I muttered these words aloud to no one in particular 23 Septembers ago while standing in front of the cheapest seat I find from resellers outside Ben Hill Griffin Stadium in Gainesville. The national championship would be a slaughter. It didn't matter who got there.
Two weeks earlier, Ohio State had beaten Texas Tech in what is still the most-recent Pigskin Classic. Maurice Clarett had quite the collegiate debut in Columbus that afternoon. I was at that game too, but didn't leave the Horseshoe shouting God help whoever has to play this team for the title.