Five College Football Bowl Games That Need New Names

Every year between the end of the college football season and the national championship game we’re forced to endure a series of overly-sponsored match-ups by slightly-better-than-average football squads.  They are given a shot at eternal glory by conquering opponents in bowl games whose names leave even the most experienced commentators tongue tied.  So, whether we’re fans of the sport, fans of a team in the game, or someone who happens to be watching television over this holiday season, bowl games like the “Franklin American Mortgage Music City Bowl” often leave us with an overwhelming sense of confusion as to why teams are playing and who is watching.  Here are five bowl games whose names stand out as horribly mis-matched with the teams competing in them:

#GetFuckedSyracuse

Dear Syracuse,

Back so soon? Funny, I could have sworn it was just last year that Fitz and the Wildcats came into the Carrier Dome and fucked you silly. I guess there must have been something magical about that hot and sweaty Prose Bowl, because here you are in Evanston, back for more of Northwestern’s 19th-ranked carnal manhood.

A Game-By-Game Recap of NU’s Football Season

Man, did we get blueballed this season or what?

It was a lot like taking a detour to class through Kellogg to get a Jolly Rancher: sure the only ones left are the grape and even though everyone hates grape Jolly Ranchers, well at least it’s better than nothing. You also managed to avoid walking outside in the cold for another two minutes so all in all you came out better than you normally would have. With a feeling akin to soul-crushing emptiness but you root for Northwestern so don’t get greedy goddamnit.

With clear eyes and full hearts, let’s examine the season that was(n’t).

On Penn State and Scandal

What the fuck? Like literally. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I assume by now you realize I’m talking about the horrific and in every way unfunny allegations coming out of Penn State and now Syracuse. While no one has yet been tried in a court of law, if even one tenth of the accusations made against these men and those around them are true then I am incredibly justified in saying WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THESE PATHETIC SCUM OF THE EARTH?

For those of you who don’t keep up with the newly created “alleged child rapists and molesters in elite college sports programs” beat, here’s the rundown. A football coach at Penn State is believed to have sexually abused at least eight boys over a forty year period, he was witnessed doing this, the witness reported it to his superiors, the alleged rapist retired, AND FUCKING NO ONE WENT TO THE POLICE TO TRY TO PROTECT THE YOUNG CHILDREN. Also, it is accused that a Syracuse basketball coach molested at least two ball boys over a period of 15 years, school officials may have known, AND FUCKING NO ONE WENT TO THE POLICE TO TRY TO PROTECT THE YOUNG CHILDREN.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Sir T-Worth, your use of caps is physically painful to me to behold.” To which I of course respond: “ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CONCERNED ABOUT HOW BIG THE LETTERS I’M TYPING ARE WHEN THERE ARE CHILD MOLESTERS AND RAPISTS RUNNING AROUND LOCKER ROOMS? UNREAL.”

Because honestly, this continues to be among the worst and most depressing stories I’ve ever read. The acts themselves are nearly unthinkable. The level of evil needed for anyone to do what Jerry Sandusky is accused of doing is certainly nearing Gaddafi heights. And as for the school and team administrators who may have known what happened and not only didn’t go to the police, but didn’t fire the man involved and allowed him to remain around the children, I have almost nothing to say. Except that you, in every way imaginable, sicken me to my very core. I have heard some of them say publicly and in private emails that they regret their lack of action, which is certainly good. This indicates to me that they do have a moral compass. But that moral compass was apparently more AWOL than Ronald Reagan during the Iran-Contra scandal.

Just when I thought this entire saga couldn’t make me hate the entirety of planet earth even more, Sandusky went and gave an interview to Bob Costas that left me physically quivering as if Michele Bachmann was once again leading the polls. He claimed it was just horseplay and that he was just innocently showering with 10-year-old boys (sidenote: I believe under the definition of “oxymoron” that sentence appears). Yet when asked if he was attracted to little boys, he couldn’t even bring himself to say no. Instead, he gave a rambling damning answer about “liking young people.” Again, this stuff is not for the weak of stomach.

Finally, I would like to once again advise everyone against reading the grand jury report on this. Three pages in and I was forced to stop before I passed out in a pool of my own vomit and tears. And for reference, I giggled through The Amityville Horror. This is so so so so much worse than a family being annoyed by ghosts for a month, turning on each other, watching a priest go blind, losing their minds, falling in pits of blood, being locked in their own rooms and having paranormal beasts befriend their daughter (retroactive spoiler alert).

In closing, every goddamn person who knew about these goddamn sex attacks and did nothing to prevent future ones should be required to go to every goddamn kindergarten classroom in America and personally apologize to every goddamn young child there.