Every season, I reach a point of frustration with the malaise of Power Five football. Usually, it’s brought on by the introduction of the College Football Playoff rankings and the all-encompassing media frenzy that immediately follows – despite the immutable truth that every CFP rankings drop, save for the final one, is meaningless.
This year, I was cast into a deep stupor by the three-plus hours of football I watched Ohio State and Penn State produce. The only way out, I’ve found, is with a wee…