WE'RE ALL NAKED IN BERKELEY

Bruce Feldman talked with Sonny Dykes, Cal's new coach who in year one already understands exactly what coaching at Berkeley really means.

"I was coming to a Nike deal to look at (quarterback) Matt Scott that was back when you could evaluate guys. I'm driving down Telegraph and I see this guy riding his bicycle total naked. Well, except for his sandals and sunglasses."

That was Tony Franklin, his offensive coordinator, and the rest is now history. It might not have been Tony Franklin naked on that bike. But it might be Tony Franklin now is the point, since Franklin's living in a loft apartment in downtown Berkeley, is letting his hair grow out, and may have found his perfect habitat coaching naked offense in the Pac-12 without shame or the impediment of Tommy Tuberville looking over his shoulder, and then making him take the fired man's walk to his car with the sad office box of doom in his hands.

Additionally, we really like that speaking different languages and being naked is part of what drew Sonny Dykes to Cal in the first place, because it confirms that everyone in the Air Raid coaching tree is barking mad, terribly interesting, and thus completely unfit for SEC life. Their stays must be short, and their reigns interrupted by old men yelling RUN POWER DANGIT, AND FIRE BOBO, even if Mike Bobo is hundreds and hundreds of miles away. (Mike Bobo will close that distance, however. Just give him a draw play or seven, and expect him in six or seven months.)