As Marv Albert says, “If the cab driver stops talking, he’s lost.”
Well, call me a cab … driver. I’m lost. How much further down can we be driven?
I’m too negative? Well, what’s the upside of the bottom, then even lower?
Anyone who chooses to see now knows that Division I college sports, now trading on the sale and resale of young adults, is sick, twisted and has as much to do with education as a discarded cigarette butt lying in a curbside puddle.
