I find most of what Charles P. Pierce writes to be worth a read, and this column didn't disappoint.
Saturday afternoon, as the autumn haze burned away, there was no BCS. There were no delicate made-for-TV calculations. When and where and against whom undefeated Ohio State would be playing at the turn of the year became irrelevant within the confines of the Big House. (And may we now paraphrase the late football aficionado R.M. Nixon and point out that it is, indeed, a Big House.) Because of the way simple history can reassert itself, this game, this one right here in Ann Arbor, and later that one down in Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, solved all of college football's annual end-of-the-season conundrums. History solved all those conundrums by complicating them, and by providing the simplest answer of all to the question "Who's no. 1?"
The answer: Who the rammer-jammer hell cares? Did you see those games?