Rising MWC belongs in snooty BCS

There really isn’t any reason now to call the Bowl Championship Series elitist. Why repeat ourselves? As a toddler, the BCS slurped lucre pabulum with a silver spoon and still haughtily swaggers around with one lodged in its throat.
The black sheep brothers were thrown out to a pasture not so green 10 years ago and have been foraging for scraps since. The BCSers wear the Armani tuxedos. Everyone else buys off the rack. It isn’t correct – politically, sartorially or morally.