Matt Barkley. Mark Sanchez. John David Booty. Matt Leinart. Carson Palmer.
Over the past fifteen years, these are the names of the gentlemen that we, as college football fans, have been led to believe are the second coming of the next great signal caller. These are your University of Southern California starting quarterbacks.
We’ve been told that these strapping young men could not only lead USC to their birthright – the inevitable national championship – but walk into any Los Angeles mall and bed whatever co-ed they desired.
We’ve quickly learned that bedding coeds and winning football games do not go hand in hand.