BCS Title Game the Perfect Party Gone Awry

The Texas-Alabama finale was like a hyped up-party that touted the very best of everything and then ended up serving well liquor and Beast — no offense to the ‘Horns frosh (he’ll likely develop into a sophisticated brew of quarterback one day). In all seriousness, like any big party (I harken back to early years in city when you might go to some big venue with a few hundred folks) it was hyped to death. And while you knew the promotion was a bit over-the-top, it still sounded like a pretty good time. So, you were going to show with promises of hot women, top-shelf booze, a sweet “vibe” and all the other bells-and-whistles leading you down the primrose path.

Hell, you were even a little excited and giddy when you showed up at the door. As the fireworks exploded over the Rose Bowl horizon and ABC showed all the close-ups of the Texas cheerleaders in chaps, the Heisman winner, two big-time coaches, storied programs…you started to question any doubts and consider that this party just might be as good as advertised. You settled in and after an intriguing start with a few crazy calls, you were glad you committed to what had the chance to be a memorable experience. And then it happened…

You started to look around and those ladies weren’t swarming the place as advertised, and as you bellied up to the bar for the start of a kick-ass night, you’re told that all they’ve got is well booze in plastic cups and Beast on tap. It just kills it. Don’t get me wrong, you still hang out and throw back a few, but everything around you seems to lose its luster. The crowd, the venue, the experience. That’s what it felt like after McCoy left the game. Sure, you might still get a little tipsy and have a good time. But that potential for a legendary evening was gone.