Bowl-itis – Join The Resistance


Bowl-itis. Agitation brought about by exposure to an excessive number of bowl games.  Symptoms include low-grade moaning, ambivalence, and face-planting into the depths of sofa cushions in search of illusory escape.

Maybe you aren’t showing those symptoms, but you might still have it.  Let’s find out.

Without any help—right off the top of your head— see if you can answer this question:  Did Florida International beat Arkansas State in the Frisco Bowl?

If you answered “yes”, you would be wrong.

If you answered “no”, you would still be wrong. Yes, Arkansas State won, but not in the Frisco Bowl.

See?  Bowl-itis.  Too many bowls; too few who actually give a rip.

Even if you knew the answer, you’re not off the hook for possible infection because the diagnosis is as much about your behavior at this time of year as it is your ability to recite winners and losers.

It’s like my friend.  His mama complained that bowlitis had so infected him that he wasn’t willing to lift even one finger to help during the holidays!  Boy did he prove her wrong. Yes, I agree—he probably should have used a different finger.

Listen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.  Lots of us have it and I and my anti-bowlitis buddies are asking you to join us because we plan to do something about it.

We’ve gotten off to a good start by identifying the specifics of our anxiety.  It goes like this:

Sixty years ago there were EIGHT sanctioned bowl games for Division 1 teams, which means that only the really good teams got into bowl games and bowl games were special and anticipated and important.

Today, there are thirty-nine bowl games for FBS teams (not counting the national championship) and that means 78 teams made it to the postseason.




With 130 total FBS teams, the cutoff point for being average or above is being ranked 65th or above. That means that 13 teams in bowl games this season were below average!  Have we atrophied that far as a culture? Is below-normal now the new normal? I suppose it’s possible. I mean, after all, Forest Gump did get into Alabama.

But our group isn’t willing to acquiesce just yet. We plan to take up the resistance to meaningless bowl games, especially those so desperate for tv talent that they settle for analysts who forget where the postgame cameras are and conduct entire interviews without once showing the winning quarterback’s face.

Who wants to not-see that?

So, in sneering defiance of a declining bowl culture, we set about to expose those postseason games that are least deserving to be called “bowls” and annoy us because we had to predict all of them.

We decided that any postseason game with teams whose average rankings weren’t at least 65th or better—and—whose fan-base didn’t equal at least half of the average for all bowl games (41,784) over the past three years would become a target for our resistance.

That led us to the Camellia Bowl (70th in team rankings with 18,177 ave. fans), the Bahamas Bowl (73rd in team rankings with 13,547 ave. fans), the Cure Bowl (69th in team rankings with 18,936 ave. fans), and the Frisco Bowl (75th in team rankings with a measly 12,523 ave. fans).

So, what do we do?  We can’t just go blow up their stadiums especially when one is in a foreign country.  Maybe that means we’re more of a resistance than a revolt, but still, we can be influential.

For example:  we can refuse to refer to them as bowl games.  Since they’re smaller than real bowls, then we’ll refer to them as something smaller than a bowl.  Like, “mug”.  

Mug in the Bahamas.  

But mugs still seem too big. Same with “cup.”  “Flask” sounds a bit too scientific but doesn’t “The Cure Flask” sound sorta cool?

How about “spoon”?  Smaller than a mug. Smaller than a cup.  Non-med.

Camellia Bowl?  Ha! We scoff at your pretense.  From now on, you shall be called the Camellia Spoon!  Since you share homophonics with chameleons, the change should be easy.

Frisco Bowl?  Hardly! From now on, none of us will ever say we went “bowling” in Frisco.  Instead, we will tell all who will listen, “We spooned in Frisco!”

That’ll show them!

I’m sure we’re all capable of converting the word “bowl” to “spoon,” but until we affect their economies, nothing is likely to change.  Until we stop watching and until we stop attending even when our team is playing, we won’t make any more difference than our ancestors of 1934 who decried that five was four too many.

Change the dial.  Stop the turnstile.  Changing words is a start, but if we don’t stop the money, then where we start is also where we’ll finish.  


About Author

Bobby Albrant is a former journalism major at the University of Oregon, creator of for college football predictions and rankings, former analyst for Southern Mississippi football games, and twenty years coaching girls basketball for all ages through CIF high school. He has three grown children with his youngest daughter playing on the Ventura (Ca) High School basketball team that defeated Dom Lugo High School and was the last high school game ever played by Diana Taurasi. He can be reached at

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