I have embraced a mantra after a couple of decades of watching surprises unfold in college
football: No Foregone Conclusions No Foregone Conclusions No Foregone Conclusions.
I have thrown that at Corso and Herbstreit for years, trying to gauge their interest in going
out on a limb. You see, they pick a big upset about as often as Jim Tressel hits a dance club.
Not frequently. But they happen, anyway.