And So It Begins, Our Season of Saturdays

College football got off to a foundering start on Thursday, with one swift jab to the jaw overshadowing the rest of the depressing action.
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↵That’s okay. It’s Saturday now. All is as it should be.
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↵On Saturday, the marathon starts with a 10 AM breakfast with Corso and Herbstreit and ends with the 2 AM hunt for the Mountain West game on VERSUS.
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↵On Saturday, brilliant, hysterical Gameday signs like the one above (found via EDSBS/flubby) brighten mornings.
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↵On Saturday, Greg Paulus will amuse once more.
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On Saturday, Tim Tebow, Sam Bradford, and Colt McCoy get highlights to refuel their hype engines.
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↵On Saturday, new names (Mark Ingram? Jarrett Brown? Tate Forcier? Matt Barkley?) produce the highlights that earn the hype.
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↵On Saturday, Terrelle Pryor will glide, Robert Griffin III will zip, Eric Berry will hammer, and Ndamukong Suh will disrupt.↵↵On Saturday, we can complain about Pam Ward mispronouncing names and Gary Danielson making no sense again.
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↵On Saturday, the two-mile radius of a state school becomes impassable by car. (This is good, because only about 7% of the population on any given campus is capable of driving by 1 PM Saturday, and that 7% dwindles to 2% by game time.)↵

↵↵On Saturday, tens of thousands of normally sane individuals join in guttural, full-throated roars to rattle 18-to-21-year-olds.↵

↵↵On Saturday, college bands run through old standards and butcher a few new songs.↵

↵↵On Saturday, teams take trips to the woodshed and engineer upsets.↵

↵↵And, on the first Saturday of the college football season, five more beautiful months of all of this hullabaloo are yet to come.↵

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