Keep Me Away From Red Kryptonite

Recently, there was a “good news” UCF story. It wasn’t something I would ever bother to comment on except there is a hysterical, gossipy back story. I really want to write about this back story, but UCF gossip is not what this blog is supposed to be about.

I could make a thematic connection about UCF loving money, but the connection would be weak; it would be obvious that I just wanted to tell this really good story.

Lead me not into temptation but deliver me from evil.

Damn it! I just thought of a clever James Bond reference for the title of the post that I ought not ever post.

I’m going to be good.

I’ll try anyway.

Sportsholes

A society that gives George O’Leary a four hundred thousand dollar bonus for doing something that is as unremarkable as it is unimportant is a fucked up society indeed.

The Eat Shit Criterion

I’m glad UCF won its first bowl game. I hope the success continues.

I recognize my bias. I’ve been shitting on UCF for so long that no matter what it does, I’m going to be inclined to interpret it negatively. So, I want to propose a criterion that if met by UCF will get me to say “I was wrong, and Hitt knew what he was doing.”

If UCF sells enough tickets, merchandise, and TV rights that it can substantially lower the student athletic fee then the program will be a success. If that happens then I’ll retract my criticisms.

I’ll still think the school is a diploma mill, however.