While we slog again toward 40 televised bowl games, and prepare to morph into blobs and disappear into couches in front of gigantic TVs, our nation still suffers from a bowl-naming crisis so sprawling that it has metastasized beyond our borders and to the Bahamas.
So many of our bowls have clunky names, which are an inveterate threat to our national coolness, yet we sit there inertly and take it even as everyone can agree that the cool bowl names involve stuff that sprouts from the soil.
Somehow we have named only seven of the 40 current bowls (Nos.