Urban Meyer’s promise to the Gator Nation:

We’ll sing in the sunshine
We’ll laugh every da-a-y
We’ll sing in the sunshine
Then I’ll be on my way

I will never love you
The cost of love’s too dear
But though I’ll never love you
I’ll stay with you one two years

STANDING beneath this serene sky, overlooking these broad Gainesville trailer parks now reposing from the labors of the waning football season, the mighty Ben Hill Griffin Stadium dimly towering before us, it is with hesitation that I raise my poor and often unintelligible voice to break the eloquent silence of the BCS and ESPN. But the duty to which you have called me must be performed; — grant me, I pray you, your indulgence and and a trip to Glendale.

This afternoon I want to talk about “The BCS or the Mullet.” The BCS or the Mullet explains itself. But before we get into it, this is the second year of my program, I always do very well with other coaches players in the second season. That means, if I can’t win it all this season or next season, I am leaving Gainesville for greener pastures. I would like to clarify some things that refer to me personally — concerning my own personal position.

I’m a Mercenary. That is, today and maybe tomorrow, my religion is the Gator Nation. Yes, my religion is temporarily the Gator Nation. I must credit Ron Zook for what I know and what I am. He’s the one who recruited my players. All I did was change the way that they play and the way that they execute my schemes. Call it “rebuilding” if you must. I simply call it “smoke and mirrors”.

(Meyer: Michigan has failed, now it’s our turn)

ESPN, I seek your nomination and your endorsement. I should have preferred to hear those words uttered by a stronger, a wiser, a better man than myself like Mark May or Lou Holtz. But, after listening to the Lee Corso’s post game comments, I even feel better about myself. None of you, my Gators, can wholly appreciate what is in my heart. I can only hope that you understand my words. They will be few and as always, difficult to understand.

I seek the BCS Championship game, I should seek it, because I aspire to leave Gainesville someday, which was the full measure of my ambition, and one does not treat the highest jewel of the Bowl season crown within the gift of the people of Florida as an alternative or as a consolation prize. You see, when I was at Utah, I used the BCS as a stepping stone to propel myself to the top of the coaching profession. The BCS was good to me then, because it serve me well. Now, I see the pundits pushing Michigan into a rematch with Ohio State. I believe that the BCS is now broken and needs to be scrapped because it does not serve my agenda. Gators, the BCS is not good for me now.

So we’re trapped, trapped, double-trapped, triple-trapped. Anywhere we go we find that we’re Gator trapped. And every kind of solution that someone comes up with is just another Gator trap. But the political and economic philosophy of the ESPN/ABC Propoganda Machine — the ESPN/ABC support of Big 10-ism shows the Gator Nation the un-importance of playing a tough conference schedule and winning a conference championship and expanding them into larger operations.

Such was the result of the second act of this eventful drama, — a season hard fought, and at one moment anxious, but, with the exception of the overused reverse plays by both us, crowned with dearly earned but uniform success to Chris Leak’s arm as long as he believes he is safe from contact, auspicious of a glorious termination of the final struggle.

(Meyer asks: Guess who just sharted?)

Please pick us BCS; Michigan had it’s chance and failed. More importantly, since I have never really coached anywhere longer than 3 years, this must be the year that I pad my resume. Next year, Tebow, my glorified full/quarterback will not be able to throw the ball. His arm is not that good. The LSU jump pass was the best that I have ever seen him throw the ball.

Please pick us ESPN and BCS….