It has been a long time.
So long ago that the BCS wasn't invented. So long that ago that USC sucked. So long ago that Lindsay Lohan wasn't into the hard stuff yet.
Yes, that long ago.
Saturday marked 10 years for me at CBSSports.com. Even that needs some clarification. Back then it was CBS SportsLine.com.
Call me a survivor of the dot.com bubble and bust. A lot of companies and comrades' careers perished in the skirmish. I've been lucky. A great boss, Mike Kahn, hired me after I'd done some freelance for the site. I will forever be indebted to him.
College football has been my beat, but I've got to do a little of everything along the way. Without boring you too much, here's my top 10 (OK, 11) experiences at SportsLine, er, CBS, er, CBSSports.com.
In ascending order ...
• Chicago, July 1998. We were summoned by conference commissioners to a downtown hotel for a major announcement.
What the heck was going on? Turns out something called the Bowl Championship Series was starting. American Football Coaches Association executive director Grant Teaff announced that the BCS championship game winner would automatically be No. 1 in the final coaches poll.
We didn't really quite grasp what was going on. What was the use of a poll if its voters weren't allowed freedom? What did these other games mean? What was this formula that would decide the No. 1 and No. 2 teams?
Little did we know our quaint little game would be changed forever.
• 2000 NFC championship game (1999 season). Chiefs linebacker Derrick Thomas was going to the same game I was. I made it. He didn't. Thomas was paralyzed in an accident that day driving the same snow-filled I-29 highway that I did on my way to the Kansas City airport to fly to St. Louis to see the Rams and Bucs.
Kansas City GM Carl Peterson was in St. Louis when he got the news. He was clearly shaken as reporters approached him for an update. Thomas died days later.
The game itself was fantastic. The Greatest Show on Turf advanced to their first Super Bowl with a weird 11-6 victory. It was great for the city that had suffered so long with the wretched Cardinals.
• 2001 Stanley Cup Finals. Two weeks on the road flying between New Jersey and Colorado. I distinctly remember seeing people at the Continental Airlines Arena that should have been in The Sopranos. They weren't cable TV stereotypes. They were real.
After Game 7, a friend Rocky Mountain News had a party at his house for those who had covered the series. We were as worn out as the players.
• 2007 college football. The wackiest season. Every game lasted four hours. They were all at night. Every one shook up the entire sport. It seemed like I was at every one of those upsets.
LSU became a regular hangout as I covered five its games. For the first time since 1960, a team with two losses won the national championship.
• BYU-Utah, 2004. Needing to win to get to the Fiesta Bowl, Utah made it a celebration by whipping its biggest rival 52-21.
Never has a school partied so long for so much. This is where the nation was introduced to Urban Meyer's cheerleader/wife, Shelley, who sat with the students, not in some private box.
On the floor of Rice-Eccles Stadium, I remember looking up in the stands to see one of the most brutally funny signs ever.
Where's Your God Now? read the sign that taunted BYU and channeled Edward G. Robinson in The Ten Commandents.
• 2003 Fiesta Bowl. Miami's dynasty might have died that night in the desert. A team full of All-Americans and future pros was exposed by Ohio State 31-24 in overtime.
This was a corner-turning moment for the sport in the 21st century. ... Jim Tressel, like Bob Stoops before him and Urban Meyer after him, won a national championship in his second year at his school. ... The image of Kellen Winslow Jr. saying, "The best team didn't win." ... Terry Porter throwing that flag. ... Fireworks going off celebrating a Miami victory before Terry Porter threw that flag. ... Willis McGahee shredding his knee. ... If there was a playoff, how to do you ask Ohio State to play another game to prove itself? ... Seeing the Go-Gos at Tempe's Fiesta Bowl Block Party on New Year's Eve. Belinda, we love you.
• The 2002 Rose Bowl. My first. After spending a lot of time in Pasadena during the 2001 season advancing the Nebraska-Miami game, I understand all the pomp and tradition that goes with the Granddaddy.
I don't necessarily agree with it, but I understand it. Tournament of Roses folks hope that the game lives up to the parade. It's going to take some major convincing for the Big Ten, Pac 10 and Rose Bowl to change 100 years of tradition.
I visited the Cal Tech track in Pasadena, the approximate location of where the first Rose Bowl was played in 1902. In a fit of nostalgia, I pulled up a hunk of turf, somehow got it back home on the plane and kept it alive for two years.
• 2007 Fiesta Bowl. A Boise State team that was noticeably smaller than powerful Oklahoma somehow upset the Sooners in the best bowl game ever.
Ian Johnson proposed. Chris Petersen became the pinball wizard as a coach. Oklahoma was embarrassed.
After Utah broke through in 2004, Boise State made it a trend by beating the Sooners with the most famous Statue of Liberty play in history.
"That was the most gangster thing ever," Boise State linebacker Josh Bean said.
Uh, yeah.
• Bucknell over Kansas, 2005. I still love my lead from what was expected to be a yawner of a first-round NCAA Tournament game.
Kansas thought it could flip a switch come tournament time. All the great ones do when injuries, meaningless conference tournaments and tedious regular seasons get in the way of what really counts.
Something flipped all right -- maybe James Naismith in his grave.
I still don't believe that a Patriot League team with five scholarship players beat freakin' Kansas. During the regular season, Bisons coach Pat Flannery got up from the bench, walked out and drove home. It was stress. He had to take a leave of absence because of it.
The school had been offering scholarships for only two seasons before it met Kansas. Bucknell didn't send its band, which was understandable. All that expense for the band geeks to travel from Lewisburg, Pa., to Oklahoma City to witness a blowout?
A Bucknell assistant approached the Northern Iowa band already in town for the tournament and "rented" it to play for the Bison. The Bucknell fight song was faxed in that morning.
Why wouldn't you expect the game-winning shot to be made by a German (Chris McNaughton) who came across the big pond to study engineering?
A bunch of stunned Jayhawks lay around a locker room by a sign that read: The Road to the Final Four starts right here.
Not so much.
• USC-Notre Dame, 2005. Still the best college game I've seen.
USC's 34-31 victory will be remembered for the "Bush Push," but I'll never forget the fourth-and-8 pass dropped into the hands of Dwayne Jarrett by Matt Leinart. The 61-yard completion set up the winning score in a game that still stands as Charlie Weis' greatest "accomplishment" at ND.
This was a media and celebrity event. Private plans descended upon the South Bend airport all weekend. Two years later, USC is still in the middle of the dynasty. There are questions at Notre Dame.
• 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City. You spend two weeks in a Days Inn out by the airport and see how you like it. I felt like a baseball minor leaguer riding a bus to and from the media center each day. Seriously, though, the 12-18 hour days were exhilarating.
The hockey was the best. Canada had waited 50 long years since winning the gold. It seemed like half the country was inside the 8,500-seat E Center cheering on the victory over the USA to clinch the gold.
For good luck, a Canadian rink employee entombed the country's dollar coin -- the "loonie" -- at center ice.
"Have you ever carried a piano on your back for 10 days?" Team Canada defenseman Al MacInnis asked. "Back home it was gold or bust."
I saw a German writer (or Polish, I couldn't remember) nursing a beer on press row. I'll never forget walking into P.F. Chang's and spotting the Team Canada brain trust (Wayne Gretzky, Pat Quinn, Ken Hitchcock) at a table.
I'll never forget Austria House. Nothing like the goulash and Zipford beer with which they plied us at the country's Olympic headquarters. Austria was trying to get the 2010 Winter Olympics at the time.
The dumbest thing was the Canadian figure-skating scandal. Canadian pair Jamie Sale and David Pelletier went from sympathetic figures to attention-grabbing, gold-medal-sharing media creations thanks to agent Craig Fenech.
To be around that much talent -- athletic and journalistic -- for two weeks was the highlight of my career.