Once a foe, Hancock is now CFP’s biggest cheerleader

By all indications, Bill Hancock is a really nice man.

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Every interaction I ever had with him was pleasant, and I’ve never heard anyone say a bad thing about him. He seems like a good dude in a world that has far too many bad dudes.

But, holy schnikes, it’s hard to believe the executive director of the College Football Playoff actually believes what he says when he talks about the CFP and bowl system.

With football media days kicking off last week, Hancock was in Atlanta to lift the lid on the SEC portion of the annual press fest. As expected, he raved about the Football Bowl Subdivision’s playoff system, which will crown its fifth champion Jan. 7, 2019, in Santa Clara, California.

“By every measure, the College Football Playoff has been highly successful,” Hancock said. “Fans love the CFP. It has provided a memorable experience for students, for players, for spirit squads, band members and all of their families in addition to millions of football fans, and we are bringing new fans into the game of college football into our sphere, showing them the wonders of this game that we all do love so much because of the College Football Playoff.”

Of course after Central Florida was the only unbeaten team in the FBS a year ago and locked out of the playoffs, there were (and are) those who think the tournament should be expanded to eight teams.

Not Hancock.

He suggests that the four-team CFP format is damn near perfect.

“The CFP works,” Hancock said. “It works well. Four teams keeps the focus on this wonderful regular season, the most meaningful and compelling in all of sports; four lets us keep the bowl experience for thousands of student-athletes; four keeps college football within the framework of higher education.”

Obviously, I wouldn’t expect him to say anything else. I mean, this is his job. If all 129 FBS teams were required to have green and magenta feathers sprouting from the top of their helmets, he’d be talking about how the green and magenta feathers add to the pageantry of Saturdays in the fall.

But remember, Hancock used to be head of the now defunct Bowl Championship Series – and fiercely opposed any kind of playoff system for what was once known as Division 1-A.

Here’s what he said during a radio interview with WDAE in Tampa back in 2011:

“The reason that the presidents and the coaches and ADs support what we have is two things. First of all, we have the best regular season in sports in large part because there’s no playoff at the end. We have three months of frenzy rather than three weeks of frenzy at the end of the season. Our folks feel strongly that’s in the best interest of the game. The second one is the bowl system, the bowl tradition, the bowl experience for the student athletes is so wonderful and worth keeping. No one has come up with any kind of a playoff that will keep that same bowl experience where the athletes get to go spend a week in a different culture and they’re the talk of the town.”

So there was a time not so long ago that Hancock thought a playoff would cheapen the regular season and bowls, and he believed that right up to the point when he decided a playoff would, in fact, be great for the regular season and bowls (which I’m sure coincided with being named ED of the CFP).

However, it’s a different gridiron world now, and I think this whole notion of “bowl tradition” is extremely overrated.

Yeah, it was cool back in the day – but back in the day there were only a handful of postseason “classics.”

I’m sure it was thrill for Michigan Wolverines tackle Johnny Plowboy from Hog Taint, Indiana, to board the train and head out to the Rose Bowl in Pasadena to play Southern Cal’s Trojans in a battle of unbeatens. It was his first time to go clear across the country on a big ol’ iron horse, and he got to gawk at sights ma and pa never dreamed of while they toiled away raising boll weevils in their backyard.

Today, players on teams with .500 records fly to Mobile, Alabama, and get swag bags from Dollar General.

And that’s fine, but let’s not pretend the modern bowl system is designed with tradition in mind.

And let’s not pretend the CFP is open to all, although Hancock tells you otherwise.

He’s trying to sell the CFP as something that’s good for the FBS as a whole, when in reality it’s good only for select members of the Power 5 conferences (ACC, Big Ten, Big 12, Pac 10, and SEC).

“For the College Football Playoff, things are simple: Play a good schedule, win your games, and you’re going to be in the hunt,” Hancock said. “That holds true for UCF and Houston and Northern Illinois, as well as Alabama and Ohio State and Texas and Washington.”

I call B.S. on that.

There’s no way UCF, Houston or Northern Illinois is going to earn one of four playoff spots; there’s not even enough room for all the Power 5 schools.

The CFP website perpetuates the myth in its overview section where it states, “The College Football Playoff preserves the excitement and significance of college football’s unique regular season where every game counts.”

Really?

Because Auburn beat Alabama in the final week of the 2017 regular season, denying the Crimson Tide the SEC West title and a spot in the SEC Championship Game.

Still, Bama was invited to the CFP and went on to beat Georgia to claim the crown.

You’ll have a hard time convincing me the Iron Bowl counted to the CFP committee members. In terms of postseason pairings, one of the most meaningful rivalries in all of sports was meaningless.

And as long as only four teams are invited, schools from Group of 5 conferences (American Athletic, Conference USA, Mid-American, Mountain West, and Sun Belt) have zero chance of making the field.

Perhaps that’ll change one day, because with the money the CFP generates you have to figure the field will expand to eight teams in the foreseeable future.

Some will think that’s terrific, while others will lament the expansion.

But if Hancock is still the executive director then, I’ll bet he’ll say it’s the greatest thing to ever happen to the game.

 

 

The NPSL opened my eyes to grassroots soccer

Man, I’m gonna miss the National Premier Soccer League season when it ends.

Scott Adamson opines about The Beautiful Game periodically in Sidewinder Insider.

Thanks to Greenville FC giving me a local team to root for in their inaugural NPSL season, I shifted much of my domestic focus to “grassroots” football this year, relegating Major League Soccer to the backburner.

With the North American Soccer League in legal limbo, the NPSL provided the New York Cosmos reserves a home, and I’ve enjoyed following their (to date) unbeaten campaign.

As a Cosmos guy from back in the original NASL days, I’ll support them any time, in any league.

I also became reacquainted with Atlanta Silverbacks FC, who had a terrific season and claimed the Southeast Conference championship of the South Region.

And after immersing myself in all things NPSL this summer, watching as many live streams as I could, I believe now more than ever that an open system that springs from lower division soccer is the key to a stronger foundation for the sport’s American future.

Once an innocent bystander in the promotion/relegation movement, I now count myself as a true believer. The big question is whether or not the United States Soccer Federation would ever allow it. And if not, how would it be feasible?

The United Premier Soccer League, a full-season adult amateur league, started experimenting with pro/rel last season. And there have been rumblings that maybe the NPSL can ultimately let it take root domestically.

The National Independent Soccer Association is a proposed open system that plans to start with third and fourth division clubs, possibly in 2019.

So why is an open system a big deal? Why should I or any other American soccer fan have an issue with MLS and the way “top tier” soccer does business here? Yes, it’s a closed system, but that’s the way pro leagues function in the United States.

No one expects the Huntsville Rockets of the Gridiron Development Football League to be “promoted” to the NFL, just as the Brooklyn Cyclones of the New York-Penn League will never be in the National League of Major League Baseball and the Rio Grande Valley Vipers of the NBA G League won’t have the chance to trade up to the Association.

There are a fixed number of franchises in each league, and the only way for a “new” city to become a part of it is through relocation or expansion.

That’s how MLS rolls, even though it differs from many of the other leagues in that it does business as a single entity structure.

I just think soccer is a different animal, and don’t really like seeing it altered to fit U.S. pro sports norms. The Beautiful Game is also the simplest game, and that’s why it’s played throughout the world by people of all shapes, sizes and stations in life.

And in many towns and villages, it’s the very soul of communities that groom future stars from its neighborhoods.

The best part, though, is that it’s designed so that you can take it as far as it’ll go.

Winning trophies doesn’t just mean standing atop your league, it can ultimately mean stepping up to another league.

Play winning soccer, and you get promoted.

Play losing soccer, you get relegated.

It’s not what you pay that determines your place in the pyramid, but how you play. And that structure brings in more players with more incentive to play on and play up.

However, MLS thinks its model is just fine. And for years, I thought it was just fine, too.

If you live in a city with a franchise, it’s easier to share that sentiment. Supporters of Atlanta United FC don’t seem to have a problem with it, averaging 52,409 fans per match this season.

In the interest of full disclosure, last Sunday I was among the 72,243 people who watched Atlanta and Seattle play to a 1-1 draw at Mercedes-Benz Stadium, and the vast majority of those in attendance had a great time. And I get the feeling promotion/relegation isn’t something many of them even think about since it has never been part of their reality.

Regardless, with the United Soccer League starting its D3 circuit in 2019 – and leagues such as NPSL representing the Fourth Division – MLS sits atop a closed pyramid that promotes players, not teams. It’ll look more and more like the kind of farm system used in professional baseball in the coming years.

And MLS has the full support and blessing of the United States Soccer Federation, which is clearly biased toward MLS at the expense of all other challengers.

Ideally, soccer governing bodies (under the umbrella of FIFA) oversee the sport with a more inclusive eye. It’s that body that actually implements pro/rel.

The USSF is snugly in bed with MLS, whose investor-operators also own Soccer United Marketing (the marketing arm of both MLS and the USSF). All are in the business of making money for stakeholders, and the way to get the most bang for their bucks is to mold one league above all others into something akin to a soccer version of the NFL.

So when someone buys into MLS, there is no risk that a bad season will bring demotion, just as the Brooklyn Nets don’t ever have to worry about spending a season in the G League because they stunk it up in the NBA.

If you have no other point of reference than the American sports model, you’ll likely shrug at the torch and pitchfork crowd coming at MLS and demanding change. And if you think American soccer should do business like American football, American baseball, American basketball, etc., you’re getting what you want.

Still, I’m hopeful a pro/rel system can happen outside of MLS (and outside of the USSF) sooner than later, and give grassroots soccer a place to grow up and grow out.

Just as the NFL once had the American Football League to deal with and the NBA received competition from the American Basketball Association, a renegade soccer federation in the U.S. would be welcomed by people like me.

In the meantime, I’ve got four NPSL playoff games to follow tonight: Orange County FC vs. FCM Portland, Miami FC 2 vs. Little Rock Rangers, AFC Ann Arbor vs. Duluth FC, and FC Motown vs. New York Cosmos B.

And if you haven’t given lower division soccer a serious look, you’re seriously missing out.

Greenville FC helped turn me into a huge fan of grassroots soccer this summer.
(Scott Adamson photo)

Managing road rage through cursing, yak noises and evil thoughts

Road rage is a serious problem, one that can result in violent, physical acts from people whose anger manifests itself in the worst possible way.

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But what do you call it when you confine your rage to screaming, cursing in unknown tongues and secretly wishing bad things on people in other vehicles – all from the relative privacy (and safety) of your own car?

I ask because I find myself suffering from this on a daily basis, and I may need help.

Before I go further, let me assure everyone that I’m no threat to become violent while traveling the highways and byways of America. I follow the rules of the road closely, which makes me (according to the film I saw in high school) an ACE driver – alert, courteous and educated.

I drive the speed limit, use my turn indicator for changing lanes, and stay out of the passing lane unless I’m passing.

I do not shoot birds at other drivers or ram them repeatedly when they piss me off. Such actions are dangerous and, if I don’t run the person off the road and into a ditch, thereby disabling their vehicle, they might retaliate.

And I never liked it when the mean kids beat me up.

However, that doesn’t stop me from raging in my own way.

For example, if you’re stopped at a red light, and the red light turns green, that means you should go, and you should go immediately.

Don’t lean down and look for that renegade French fry that escaped the bag, or check to make sure the cap on the half empty bottle of vodka in the passenger’s seat is twisted tight, or look in the backseat to ensure that the blindfold on your hostage is in place – just floor it.

Back in my kinder, gentler days, I would allow the driver in front of me a full second to get moving after the light changed before I started cursing. Now, if they don’t floor that mofo at the first green hue, I unleash a stream of obscenities so perverse and vile, I simply won’t repeat them here.

I even make up curse words, the latest being “catassdickery,” to describe the, well, the catassdickery of other people on the road.

I also scream, although it isn’t so much a scream as it is a strange, guttural noise that I imagine a yak would make if the yak was in line at the DMV trying to get his license renewed. This often happens when some wanker veers over into my lane without signaling, or flies off the on ramp right in front of me.

After I’ve cursed and made the yak noise, I then wish ill on the perpetrators. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myself.

I envision them finally reaching their destination and then having a large boulder fall directly on top of their car, crushing the vehicle and maiming them.

One time I imagined a man being mauled by a rabid owl.

I even went so far as to hope this one guy who almost sideswiped me got stuck in radioactive quicksand surrounded by cobras, although I’m not sure what scenario would cause quicksand to be radioactive, or even where quicksand might be found or how the cobras would make it through customs at the airport.

My spousal unit gets on to me when I react in such ways, offering advice such as, “Chill out!” and “Pick your battles.” She says it’s not healthy to get so worked up.

But really, I think what I do is quite healthy.

The offending driver can’t hear me curse or make yak noises, and if they happened to look at me during those moments they wouldn’t realize I was mad.

They’d just simply think I was having a stroke.

And more importantly, they can’t journey into the darkness of my mind, a mind that sees them covered in fire ants while being bludgeoned by snow monkeys with claw hammers.

Again, I’m not proud of any of this, but I just want you to know if you have similar thoughts and emotions, you’re not alone.

There are ways to vent your road rage so that no one gets hurt, even when their catassdickery warrants it.