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Please welcome our guest The Kid, who you may recognize from Fire Mark May and various other pieces of exceptional ADD theater. With apologies to A.J. Daulerio, we're going to have him set the odds on the tightest coaching nooses for 2008. Enjoy.

The summer has reached its All Star Break. We're way way past the eternal hope of spring practice, we're well into the dregs of voluntary workouts, early commits, and sweaty middle aged men taking bootleg photos of younger sweatier men at two a days is not that far around the corner. Hovering just around the 40 day mark, and we're playing Noah. Its time to start building that Ark. Bring me two of every internet rumor! Bring me that ooey gooey mortar with which to build my caulk my flood faring vessel so I can storm the coming deluge of hysteria. Its time to start getting crazy. Its time to get pumped about football. 2009 has taken up its permanent home in the Xbox, and there's nothing left to do but sit and wait.

HOWEVER! We can start throwing around some gentlemanly wagers, so let's start laying the lines, collecting the vig, and keeping that book of mine all nice and tidy. In what I hope will be recurring as long as I'm allowed on the blogosphere's cool kids table, I'll be offering up the odds for a number of college football propositions. Starting things off on the right foot, right there at the tippy tippy top, Im going to set my aims on the CEOs, the Big Men, the head coaches of these fine programs of ours.

We've all been there. Hell, I've been there more times in the past 8 years than I care to fathom. The coaching search has taken on its own sort of biblical journey in my life, so much that I created my own freaking religion to celebrate the last one, but what I'm really trying to say to a good number of you breaking in the new top guys is that I've been there! I feel your pain, and I know exactly what it feels like to start out with so much uncertainty, so many expectatios, all the while worried that you're teetering on the edge of the abyss and one man, ONE MAN, can pull you out of its gaping maw. The equally dark flip side to all of this is that little voice in the back of your head, a tiny tiny TINY needling voice somewhere in your subconscious that tells you that one day very soon, the honeymoon will be over.

A coach's best friend, especially if they like being drawn and quartered.

This brings us to the first round of The Odds: Which fanbase sharpens the pitchforks first?

You know, SEC, I'm looking squarely at YOU, but its just not that simple is it?