After doing such a bang-up job offering the play-by-play for the Cotton Bowl, the powers that be a Fox (did we mention that the House season premier is next week?) felt that Pat Summerall, football icon and legendary commentator, would be the perfect person to breakdown tonights BCS National Championship match-up.  His expert analysis below.

“Hello everybody, Im Pat Summerall, here with your breakdown of this years BCS National Championship game between the Florida Gators and the Oklahoma State Sooners.  

The game comes to you live one FOX this evening from Miami and pits the last two Heisman trophy winners against one another as Tom Tebow, the do everything signal caller from Florida goes head to head with Sam Elliot of the Sooners.  Conference bragging rights are on the line as well tonight as the two best leagues in the land, the SEC and the Big 8, do battle.  

The Sooners offense looks to be unstoppable with weapons all over the field, but don’t count the Gators out.  Theres good ole fashioned southern speed in the backfield with Percy Harden and company.  The two coaches are at the top of their profession, as Rob Stoops and Irvin Meyers meet for the first time to match football IQs.  I look for it to be a real shootout!  

I think the game comes down to Tebow.  He’s Mr. Everything for the Seminoles and he’s whats special about college football.  He’s a leader on the field, in the classroom and the community.  He even goes to prisons and speaks to inmates about life, football, and his faith which reminds me of a month I spent in prison one time, I was just a young college kid, sowing my wild oats in the forbidden and magical city known as Boy’s Town.  There I was, just minding my own business when a gentleman stepped out of the shadows and told me he had he had a special senorita for me upstairs in his apartment and that for only $5 of my hard earned American dollars I would be allowed to do unmentionable things to her.  I paid the man and followed him to his apartment where the lovely lady was sitting at the foot of the bed in wait. Little did I know that there was a sinister plan afoot, as I received a blow to the head with some sort of blunt object that left me unconscious.  When I awoke, I was clinging to life in a bathtub fiilled with ice, sans a kidney, and not a bit of that sweet Mexican woo for my troubles.  I somehow made my way out into the streets, naked and bleeding, and was summarily arrested by the local Federalies for lude behavior and, apparently, practicing voodoo without the proper documentation.  It was a glorious summer.

Wait, where am I?  

Who are all of you people?!

How did you get in my house?!

I’ve got a chill, do you have a blanket nice stranger?”