Okay, not really. (Does anyone really even use a phone book anymore? I can't recall the last time I actually looked in a phone book)*
But the same sense of excitement once experienced by Navin Johnson is reverberating throughout the country, as college football preview mags start to hit the newstands. For example, there's this one.
And don't be like Walter Donovan, Nazi sympathizer in the 3rd (and regrettably, not last) Indiana Jones movie: "Choose....Wisely." Choose Region 5.
*I typed that sentence, and then realized that a little over two years ago, I DID use a phone book. It was about 6:30 in the morning, and I walked out of my bedroom and down into my kitchen to find out that my entire house had turned into Ruby Fucking Falls. Local plumbers in suburban Georgia don't really put up extravagent web pages with their hours of operation, so I turned to "old yeller" to find someone to come stop the madness. And bring a bucket or 200. Needless to say, $50,000 and a lot of booze later, I had forgotten the use of this archaic reference until just now. Recalling that memory makes me feel like Walter Donovan above.