First of all, let me start off by saying I fucking love college football. I can watch 18-22 year old men run up and down the field all day (please tell me how gay you think that is in the comments). And I am more than blessed to have been able to enjoy the greatness of the Rose Bowl for every UCLA home game this season. But to sit here and pretend like I am satisfied with the way we rank our college football teams in this country is something I cannot do. The root of my frustration with the system in place finally offered up a poignant example this season, just in time for my newfound fandom with the UCLA Bruins to be ripped out from under me by the bloodthirsty devils that rank our nation's college football teams. The story starts in the beginning of September: As I sat at home for the month of September, awaiting the inevitable start of my college career, I had plenty of time to analyze, read, and hypothesize every aspect of the college football landscape. After 2 weeks of UC...