Almost more interesting than the BCS Championship game itself last evening — OK, fine: more interesting — was the roads each quarterback strolled down last evening.

In one corner, you have Colt McCoy, a guy that came back to Texas for his senior year for last night and last night alone: the chance to win a National Championship. And on the first drive — the first drive! — he’s get knocked out for the night on a sack. This is something you can’t plan for, something that barely even crosses your mind. You are not thinking about getting hurt; you’re thinking about going out there, kicking ass and having a dream you’ve worked so hard for come true.

So you can understand why McCoy was in absolute shock after the game last night:

Poor fellow.

So then our nation’s eyes turned to freshman Garrett Gilbert, who, considering the circumstances — hey dude that hasn’t played much at all this season, want to come in and play the most important position in the most important game of many of your teammates’ lives? OK, cool! — performed admirably enough. (And if only he didn’t get sacked and fumble for a turnover late in the fourth, but led the team on a game-winning drive. He’d be a legend for years to come.)

But Gilbert’s situation last night reminded me of something Chuck Klosterman said on the BS Report last time he was on when comparing college football to the NFL, and it is this:
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Not only did Anthony Brock nail this game-winner, but he drove all night from his grandma’s funeral to the game in Knoxville.

This is one of those buzzer beaters that involves a fair amount of luck; I doubt Brock was going for a bank shot here.

I’m sure no Crimson Tide fans are complaining, though.

So, National Letter of Intent Day was today, the kind of day where young, impressionable high school football players make old men very happy. Letters of intent are inked, ensuring these kids can make the school a lot of money, and in turn, the university provides them with cash, women, apartments, cars a good education.

Anyways, Spencer Hall was on the lookout all day for the best signee this afternoon. And he presents us with Dre Kirkpatrick, who had the line of the day. Observe:

Yes, you heard and saw that right. Kirkpatrick hit the Texas hat aside while saying: “This hat here? It ain’t got no swagger,” and then he unwrapped like 30 things and put on an Alabama hat, which actually looks more like a Braves hat. Why would he put on a cap that looks more like a Braves hat, instead of the clearly-defined Alabama hat sitting right in front of him?

I really don’t care. Because this is just fantastic.