I’ve never been a fan of the term. The last time I checked, no where on college degrees is the word mentioned.
It’s subjective. It’s unquantifiable. It’s stupid.
Here’s an idea: Instead of being reckless with the term, why not just afford someone their official title. You know, the one they earned.
So that leads me to the Panel of Experts, a hand-selected hodgepodge of journalists, coworkers, an athletic director and respected people in the community who predict weekly high school and college football games.
Not to discredit anyone on the panel, but no one is an expert. Of course that should be obvious considering our records, which fall well short of our talented field of Nostradamus’s (Take our top prognosticator, NWF Daily News Sport Editor Brandon Walker, who wouldn’t even crack the top 12 of the season standings).
Then there’s me. At 52-23, I’m five games away from even cracking the top 25. As for my place among the panel, I’m ninth among 10 "experts."
I do believe my rank will rise. Because, after all, I’m not terrible at life and I do have a good sense about sports. But this is a weird contest, built on the unpredictability of amateur football.
And that's my point exactly. There are no experts. Certainly not me, regardless of my current or future standing.