Why do I care? Consider this: the Sun Belt plays the SEC far more than any Privileged Five conference. A normal human-being would glance at these numbers and assume that there is a jolly-good rivalry at play. After all, the Sun Belt has only played its natural peer rival, Conference USA, just 107 times.
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apply science to the picks; just went with my increasingly expanding gut. If you disagree, I invite you to keep it to yourself.
Listen, I don’t pick the months. I barely pick the content. You’re just gonna have to eat what I serve, and today it’s me spending about 45 minutes determining the highest ranked transfer player for each Sun Belt team. Just mail me my Pulitzer.
Remember what the great George Costanza tells us: It’s not a lie if you believe it. Everybody thinks Rowdy Roddy Piper was a great wrestler, but have you ever seen him win a wrestling match? Nope. Moxie was his greatness, and it can be the Sun Belt’s too.
For any reason you’d like to select, NFL Drafting isn’t a top skill in the Sun Belt toolbox – not historically, nor will it likely improve in 2021. In fact, I was a bit surprised to see how few viable Sun Belt draft prospects are in this class, given how well the conference performed on the gridiron. For health reasons, my expectations are reasonably lowered.
Honestly, nobody from the Sun Belt deserves to Dance. We’re all just awful. Our representative may as well be Appalachian State, who boasts a 210 NET ranking and lost to Tennessee earlier this season 79-38. The Mountaineers are Sun Belt basketball to a tee. My glass is raised to thee.
But there was simply too much Jonathan Adams. Too much Dahu Green, Too much Brandon Bowling and juuuuust enough Lincoln Pare to overcome all the kitchen sinks the Panthers tossed on the gridiron.
Who could guess the intentions of Mohajir? His mind was a fortune cookie. He spoke the language of pro wrestling. His mitochondria were actually microscopic monster trucks. For all we knew, he was about to lead the marching band in 20 minutes of jazzercise.
Beating the Bears was unfinished business. Beating the Panthers, well, that’s true atonement.