History warns not to write off UCLA just yet

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.