I remember a simpler time. I recall a day where one had to win something to be declared number one. I remember where a bold prediction was not enough, but that you had to make that prediction come true before you could raise that index finger ala Namith and declare that you were indeed number one. Now, it doesn't take that much.
As I was watching the final minutes of the, ugh, Motor City Bowl, I watched Central whatever's quarterback toss a 2-point conversion to close the gap to within 3. Not only did the announcer say that NOW the game was a one score game, as if 5 points needed two TDs, but this QB wags that number one high in the air. What a dumb arse.
As we all know, they lost to Florida Atlantic Pants something, and as Fla came on to the field to celebrate, they doused the only one to ever be number one, their coach, with Gatorade. He (of course I forgot his name) has won a national title in NCAA division one football, although now he has to win scrawny bowl games with Florida Ohio State College. And all the while, the winners were holding their number ones up in the air.
What, cant count to 46th where you really are?