Richard Lewis, You Made Me Laugh

        I had not seen or heard of him for a while, but I remember him. I think I saw him on the late-night talk shows going back to the 1980s. Letterman, Carson, Leno, and others. In the 1990s, more late-night shows with Conan O'Brian, more of Leno and Letterman, and others. Maybe you did Politically Incorrect with Bill Maher and other night folks. Arsenio Hall? There were others.

    I saw you, I heard you, I felt you. It kind of felt like I knew who you were, and you knew a lot about us humans. I thank you for that. You were human, and funny.

    Manic, troubled, like someone I was remembering the other day. Jewish, both of you. You had mothers that loved you but maybe that was not always the best. Right? Did these relationships cause some kind of extra psychic strain? Whatever that is, whatever that is called. Being Jewish, being American, having a mother who puts extra pressure on you, or life or society or culture that puts extra expectations on you, or us, or on them.

    Or maybe it had to do with all the centuries of the pogroms and the Holocaust, and all the bloodletting and the cultural mores of the past mingling with the modern age? He died when Israel was pounding, smothering, and starving out Gaza. Not funny at all. But now he is spared this cruel world...

    Richard Lewis: I did not know you well, but I knew you enough.

    And you made me laugh. You were funny, and troubled, and silly, and pretty smart.

    You made it to 76. You helped a lot of people, from what I know.

    God bless you and rest you. May your humor and ultimate grace beyond the banality and mania and somewhat paranoid or self-flagellating bites of words and effusive complaints, or uber hypochondriac dialog, and on and on... May you find your way back to where you should be. Among the funniest and most human.

    

    

Peacock Steaming Service? You Suck and I Really Resent Your Presence

Peacock Streaming Service? You Suck and I Really Resent Your Presence

    You and Prime are doing terrible things to live sports, and I hope you both go away in an awful firestorm. You are ruining live sports. You are making my life as a viewer a more exasperating, boiling mad and stupidly frustrated and resentful. I more or less hate your name and the greediness and the inefficient service that makes me hopping mad enough to badmouth for hours. Days. Please don't make it years.

    I pay good money to get good sports on Hulu. I do not pay extra for NBA TV, even though I love watching NBA games. I do not pay extra for the MLB Network, even though I love major league baseball. I pay money to see multiple channels that show the sports that I enjoy. I do not want to change to another device to see my sports teams or other games. This ruins the experience of watching the games. 

    Let me repeat:

I do not want to change to another device to see my sports teams or other games.

    I hate you; you have made an otherwise good sports experience very frustrating and I wind up disdaining and detesting you.

    Stop it! Stop hijacking games and sports that we want to watch without your greedy interference.

    You are taking us back decades in sports watching, back when CBS would hog March Madness.

    During halftime of my IU Hoosiers, I switched out thinking that I could get my better channel, and then when I switched back to Peacock it did not take to me to the game I WAS WATCHING and I missed the first plays of the second half.

    YOU IDIOTS. STOP IT.

    I type this as I watch your stupid and repetitive commercials.

 

    Thanks for nothing but aggravation and teeth grinding.

    Die soon. Please.

    

UPDATE: I am waiting for your stupid paid propaganda instead of seeing my other alma mater BYU Cougars play at Kansas. 

Did I already say I HATE YOU? Please don't go ruining more live sports for fans who care. Cougs trail 10-14. 

    You make it like I do not have a TV or pay decent, hard-earned money to see these sports.

    I do.

Jeremy, The Who, and Wondering About Our Past

    I've written about him before. I have thought about him recently, too. I thought about whether he took his own life or maybe it was an accident. Over twenty years later it may not matter, not in the bigger scheme of things. He is gone. He died. I have read his obituary numerous times over the years.

    I heard The Who tonight, while in my living room by our streaming device and service. A song I did not know, but I knew the style of The Who, either Roger Daltry or Pete Townsend. Names I learned from him, at his house on Maxwell. He almost never came to my home.

    We would call WBWB and request songs. Sometimes it worked. He would dance in silly ways to Solid Gold Dancers. He was silly, and troubled, and could bother us all.

    That was part of our shared past. The elementary school grades, then middle school and high school grades, as all of us drifted farther and farther apart. Jake, Pat, Pete, and Thomas. And others, all of us further and distant.

    Decades later, most of us are still here. And maybe some of them, like me, have random or even poignant memories of Jeremy.

    God rest him and his family.

 Pricking the Flesh, not Quite to the Bone

        Yesterday I did it, a seemingly innocent, innocuous, even virtuous act of cleaning out my pocket. In it, my right shoulder pocket, was a future gift to myself: a rank that I would achieve soon enough and then be able to use it for those times down the road. It had two little sharp pins covered by two accompanying demits, to cover up these sharp, small, needles as part of the way to attach it to the uniform.

    I was rummaging, searching, while standing, and oh! I pushed and smushed the demit-less pricking pin into my thumb. One of the metal protectors had fallen off within my pocket. Unbeknownst to me, it became a sharp and painful reminder of what can happen when things are left unguarded, unkept. Like the metal rank hiding within. From months, going on years ago.

    This rank has perplexed me, vexed, for more than a few years. It is a thing of promise and tantalizing power, like a ring that can be placed on your hand and make a new and formidable creature. But it has never come. And this, and that, is a longer story.

    Me, it, always, never. That rank, that authority, that pin, that day.

    It pricked me in my finger, my left thumb, my appendage to help me move and act. Vexed and injured, not disabled, but a sore reminder, literally and figuratively.

    And perhaps this is all that I will say now; but not all that I have thought and felt.

    The pin prick reminded me today of yesterday's foolish or otherwise foolhardy mistake, and a few hours later I gave it to my friend in a similar professional state. He was happy to receive it. He put it in a better, safer place. It was a wallet of sorts. He will use it to his advantage, I hope.

    I hope it pricks no one else, again, as it has done me.

    Emotionally and physically, the sharp metal can make its mark. The soreness is sharp at first, and then grows duller with time.

    That was yesterday, Sunday. Now it is Monday; we will move on through the week, and gratefully through and across the months to come.

    Years from now, maybe all a small, minor thing.

    Pricks from the past, farther and farther away. In life, and moving into the next levels. Like our ranks here on earth.

Will Arabs Overcome ... I Think So, I think that they Will

    I will write five short paragraphs of something coherent, perhaps insightful.

    1. Arabs in each country of their native, and foreign-birth countries struggle to maintain their societies, their identities, their respect and sovereignties.

    2. Arabs are an ancient and still modernizing people.

    3. Arabs are looking to wealth, tradition, religion, modernism to guide their trajectories.

    4. Violence and honor, purity and goodness, sanctity of the soul and God are paramount. Or maybe it's just land.

    5. Arabs will increase and rise through the 21st century.

    I will/should flesh these out with supporting evidence and thoughts.

Hoosiers Stink and Cornhuskers and Wildcats are Good

    IU lost its third home game in a row. Or was it the fourth? Pounded by Purdue, now we cannot beat Northwestern nor Nebraska in the friendly confines of Assembly Hall in Bloomington. Or Penn State! Ugh, I think it is four in a row. Friendly to a bunch of opponents that have their players have the best performances of their college careers. Good. Grief.

    Our guards are outperformed with the 6th year senior Xavier Johnson hurt for a month or more, since beating Iowa in a clutch home victory. Maybe that was after the Purdue dressing down. Ugh, ugh, and more ugh.

    The forwards and centers cannot do enough either. Malik Reneau cannot stay on the court with all the fouls and calls against him.

    14-12, 6-9 in the Big Ten. Nope.

    Mike Woodson may not be good enough. He does have some promising recruits coming...

    CJ Gunn showed a little moxy, but he couldn't hit a few other clutch shots, either.

    Indiana State is better, maybe a sub-.500 Notre Dame.

    I think Peyton Sparks deserves more time, and where was Anthony Walker?

    Arghh... Don't let Bobby Knight roll in his grave! Too late. We are rolling to a deathly moribund March.

    No March madness, just sadness. Pity the Hoosier hopeful and faithful.

    We used to be contenders. A generation or more ago.

 Talking Basketball

    Sometimes it is best to talk about things that are more clean, sane, sensible, pure, easy, simple; instead of their opposites. There are many opposites to those things. Topical, messy, complicated things that are not as easy to delve into: war, politics, poverty, injustice, death, suffering. Even religion and economics, and math and physics, that encompass all of those things.

    Basketball, not as much. It can get a little controversial, sad or ecstatic, and all the emotions in between, but not so much misery, unless your favorite teams and players give you misery by not succeeding. Which is the case for me is too often. But maybe I am learning the art and strength of patience. Endurance and forbearance. Suffering, purification through sacrifice. Humility. Shame. Guilt. Loyalties must be tested. Always. In my case, for many decades.

    Where to start? Where it started for me: college basketball. NCAA Division I. The first love.

Indiana University Men's Basketball

The love 'em till I hate 'em Hurry'n Hoosiers. Ugh. We used to be great. We used to be elite. Mere miles from my house. Under Bob Knight, and even before his days, we won multiple national championships in Bloomington. Not any more. Alas, the decades have past with only one sniff of a crown, and that 22 years ago!

    The current squad has a lot of talent, but they have fallen apart way too often, on offense and defense. I love the players, but I hate how they make poor decisions and plays, and lose. The home losses of late to Penn State and now Northwestern have been particularly egregious.

 

 I could go on about individuals and injuries, and the coach, Mike Woodson, who might be the ultimate blame, but I will leave at: too much losing. This season and many too many in the last 30 years. 

    I bought a Bob Knight remembrance magazine tonight. 15 bucks. Long live the king, and may he rest in peace. He died just a few short months ago.

    Brigham Young University Men's Cougars

This team, this year, has some moxy. They have disappointed a few games, but overall they are very good. People know it. They recognize their greatness. As I speak, they are giving a very talented and top ranked Baylor team a good run. (Cougs won, they played well).

    I think BYU may go far. First final four in two or three generations?

    Other College Teams

I am so tired of UConn winning the NCAA titles while my teams get none, I would love to see Purdue finally win it this year. I do not want UNC nor Duke to win it all, because like UConn, they do the championship too much. Nor Kansas. Rock Hock that Jayhawk away. I would be okay with... Houston. Cougars of Texas, okay. They are certainly good enough. Any team from the West U.S. would be good, except Arizona, which is the best one. Many good teams in the Mountain West: Utah State, San Diego State, Nevada, New Mexico. The WCC has Gonzaga, St. Mary's, even San Francisco. 

    Let's have an all-western Final Four! There are the good Catholic schools, not Villanova, thankfully, but Marquette, Creighton... Who else? Kentucky? Let them lose! Other SEC and Big Ten schools. I think they will come up short. I am from Indiana. We hate them. The Wildcats of the Blue Grass, that is. Except for that one govvy boss who is the band wagon jumper for some reason. Turn coat. Chris. 'Nuff said. 

    Alabama, Tennessee. Big 12 has a lot of good/great teams. Baylor, Iowa State, Oklahoma. I would love to see Texas Tech succeed, of all of them. Minus, BYU, of course. Cougars for gold! Dayton and Alabama are good... Leaving any out? Illinois, Northwestern.  FAU? Yeah, some people are on the Owls (is that what they are?) appreciation team.

    Okay, enough college talk. IU plays tonight... If they win the next four in a row... They are 14-11! Ugh... Ugly home losses.

    I bought and have read some of the Bobby Knight mag. I have liked it. The dichotomy of the strong personality and big winner.

    Pro Basketball 

    I will keep with the NBA, because the international scene is big and mostly mysterious to me. I met a pro player in Iceland, that was cool. Eric Ayala played for Maryland; I remember watching him play.

    The West has some good teams. I want the L.A. Clippers. The Lakers are down, but not out. Denver is the reigning champ. Phoenix has a lot of talent... Who else? One more... Dallas? Or... Minnesota! Yes, they are good and talented.

    The East has Boston, and Milwaukee has Dame time, and the Sixers have all everything Embiid out with a meniscus injury, so who knows? The Pacers have me excited, but maybe they are still too young. The Miami Heat seem to always make a showing in the playoffs.

    Lots of great players, lots of great narratives. Sacramento? Golden State? Some of the best players of all time, like Steph and Klay Thompson, even Draymond Green.

    And of course, Bron Bron down in Tinseltown.

    Good stuff. Should be fun. If we can all make it that long.

    Plan on it. March Madness, June greatness. Kobe, R.I.P.

    

    

    

 Black History and President's Day

    Today we have a Monday free from labor. Most of us, or a good portion of Americans, are not obliged to work. Many of us are paid for it! It was a federal holiday. I got paid for it. And, we are supposed to recognize all or most of the U.S. presidents. Yay! Chester Arthur, Franklin Pierce, etcetera. Both the Harrisons. Who can forget?

    This month is dedicated to Black men, women, and children. To celebrate and remember the history that we have shared with African-Americans.

    President Obama was our first Black president. I read one and half of his books, which explains how he grew up and how he identified more and more as Black, despite having been raised by his white mother, her white parents, and had an Indonesian step-dad for a while. He married Michelle eventually, and became more ensconced within the Black community.

    Some, or many, have claimed that he has helped the Black community, as well as people of all colors, quite a bit. I like to hear and see the evidence. I was proud of my country for electing him in 2008, and seeing him inaugurated in January of 2009. He did all right. I voted against him in 2012, but he again he held office decently enough. We, Barach and I, and many others, have different opinions as to how to help the communities thrive and flourish. Democrats and Republicans disagree about theories and bills and efforts on how to help people, societies within our great land, and what deserves priority in the budget and what is truly helpful to make our nation and its citizens safe, protected, and successful.

    But I think that we can all agree that Black Americans have done a lot for our nation, and they are part and parcel of our success, and share in some of its failures, too.

    I like Black History month.

    I want to learn more. 

    Marcus Garvey, Huey Newton, Alice Walker, and millions more.

    Long live these times of focused attention on people and things that we should understand and know more about.

Thinking of Brother Chavez, and Jesus, that Summer in Chile

    I was living in the small town where our church was new and by my time struggling. The problems came quickly and were unforeseen, not long after I arrived.  Our missionaries had been there a short two years or so. We had three brand new members, two of whom were young and promising. The third was a sweet, retired man, helping raise new sons and grandsons in our faith. The Chavez family, perhaps six or eight blocks away, seemed to be a great new hope for this branch of the Church of Jesus Christ in this remote part of the Eighth Region of Chile. I was there to help them and the founding members of the Santa Juana unit to grow and become more self-sufficient.

    There were seventy people on the rolls; about forty attended my first Sabbath at the rented house surrounded by fruit trees. That included some visitors from outside of town. It was dry and hot. And in the heat, I dreamed of baptizing more, and growing the newly joined souls, and assist in the development of their faith and understanding, expanding the Kingdom of God in our corner of the universe.

    But alas, as Chinua Achebe has coined, things fall apart.

    Things were unraveling in Santa Juana. At least, my part of helping and unifying the people of my flock. They were leaving.

    Brother Chavez was young and promising, as I depicted. He and his wife were solid, good folks. But the father-in-law, the original convert that had amazed the rest by his transformation to being a Christian of our persuasion, had doubted and fallen back to the faith of his wife.

    Today when I read from John 19, about Christ on the cross, it reminded me of him. Brother Chavez. I could not think of his first name! Hugo. No. Humberto. No. No matter.

    Brother Chavez and his wife, whose name I do remember, it being a non-normal name, having an accent on the first syllable, starting with a C, were pulled away from us. Pulling away. They were taught and baptized with Elders Cluff and Bagley, not me. Both of those missionaries gone, and it was on me and Newton. And the Lord.

    Speakingswhich, Brother Chavez quizzed me in his living room parlor, in a fine Chilean home, what did it say on the sign above the cross of Jesus. In Hebrew. He and his wife had already decided to leave our branch, of which they were newly baptized members. I knew what it said in English and Spanish.

    But he wanted me to know the answer in Hebrew. Or maybe Greek. I did not know it. Or it was even Latin, as a good Roman Catholic would know. He was not a Catholic, or perhaps he was from birth, but he had me on the spot now. What does it say in the Bible? Some Bibles have it written in the Latin, or the other languages.

    King of the Jews.

    I was caught in his trap of really knowing my Christian faith. A test of trueness, if you will. Probing to see if I was a real believer, authentic. Chileans could doubt us North Americans, sure. It seemed to give him ammunition to justify turning from our newfound faith in Jesus and our prophets. The mother-in-law had been a devout evangelical Christian. She had been with her group for about twenty-nine years, and I am sure that her old pastor did not want her or her family as part of us. Many of them see us as misguided or worse. 

    Was I, in fact, a true Christian? My whole faith and purpose, my true identity, was in doubt. I was now half-way through my two year assigned mission.

    What crosses do we bear? What do we do and say and act upon for Jesus our Redeemer, our Guide and Lord? How do we know what we know? Do we judge others for knowing less about Christ, or the Bible, or the history of Christendom?

    King of the Jews. Rey de los Judios. (With accent over the "i".)

    I thought about him, and me, and Jesus, and the three of us. And I could not remember the brother's name. It will come to me. I sat there in the pews of my church, our chapel to remember the Lord, and eat His holy supper, and think of Him and how we are with Him, and our faith.

    Does Jesus know us? Of course he does. Does he forgive us our trespasses and sins? I totally believe that, and in Him.

    Oscar.

    I know you, or at least I knew you. I think you would be well into your sixties now. The father-in-law, Eduardo, passed away years ago.

    I love you, Oscar. I love our Savior. I love the Gospel plan. I think that all of us can find our place in the kingdom of Jesus. I am sorry it went that way, way back in 1990 and 1991. The Good News of Jesus Christ is supposed to supply us more peace and comfort. The Gospel.

    It is of happiness and redemption.

    I will see you someday, Oscar. And the whole family.

    In the embraces, and perhaps tears, of our Lord. No more blood and sweat. That work is done.

    In all the languages, to the Greek and the Jew. Romans and all.

                                                    INRI

     IESVS NAZARENVS REX IVDÆORVM

     Ἰησοῦς ὁ Ναζωραῖος ὁ βασιλεὺς τῶν Ἰουδαίων.

       “Iesûs ho Nazōraîos ho basileùs tôn Iūdaíōn"

        יֵשׁוּעַ הַנָּצְרִי מֶלֶךְ הַיְּהוּדִים.

    “Yeshua haNotsri melekh haYehudim”. = YHMH

    

    

 All These Presidents, and Nary a Female

    Here we are in 2024. Still holding down the fort as the world's main superpower, and we have never had a female elected to the highest office. Too bad for us, really. I think that women in power could do the United States and the world some more good. Or better, as the grammar fairy wants me to write. I do not mean Hillary Clinton, per se, but others would be a nice change of pace.

    Other major countries have had women presidents, prime ministers, and chancellors. Great Britain had Margaret Thatcher, Germany had Angela Merkel, even Pakistan had Benazir Bhutto. India had Indira Gandhi. Smaller countries have had women, like Scandinavia with Finland or Sweden, perhaps. New Zealand had a pregnant prime minister. She has since stepped down. 

    Back to our grand old country. We are celebrating forty-five, forty-six presidents. All of them male. Geraldine Ferraro was nominated as a vice-presidential candidate way back when I was young teenager in the 1980s, but her main ticket guy Walter Mondale lost in one of the biggest routs of all time. A former VP of Jimmy Carter, what do you expect? In hindsight it is pretty clear. 

    We do not have many good women prospects for presidents! Or many people of any gender, for that matter. The current contestants are awful and awfuler. 

    Men, men, men. Old, stupid, forgetful, asinine, law-breaking, classified document hoarding, did I already say stupid? Pig-headed, boastful, lying, no-good, deceitful, braggadocious--to wit: not so good.

    But, we can hope that things will change. 

    We may get a woman in the Oval Office someday. Then again, we may have an all out World War III.

    Be careful what you wish for.

 Alexei Navalny: Join the Club of Russian Victims and Martyrs, A Terribly Long List 

    Every country has its sins and faults, cardinal and venal, as it were. The United States has its victims, which are numerous and hard to keep track of.

    Say their names guys, like Eric Garner, George Floyd, Michael Brown, the young man down in Florida. The one that President Obama could have looked like him. Trayvon. 

    The above men and boys were guys of color who were either breaking the law, and then got killed by police, in disputed cases, but they are people who are marginal in the societies and ended up dying in tragedy. I imagine things like this happen in Russia, but those who protest the law enforcement may not have many rights. I do not know.

    But a lot worse than the United States, people of primary respect and status who are not breaking any laws, like the ones listed above who stole a cigar box, or used a counterfeit bill while high and resisted arrest, or sold illegal cigarettes on the street, or wandered while high through a tranquil neighborhood under watch. I know that these cases are controversial.

    Then there is a man in Russia like Alexei. What did he do? He opposed the supreme leader, Vladimir. Putin.

    

    A real killer. He kills in wars and upon individuals that threaten his reign, his rule of his country. Free speech? Not really. The U.S. Constitution has had little effect on the Russkies. Or, maybe it has turned them to go down more despotic and oppressive paths, to the left or the right, or the deadly dialectic marching down the middle.

    Our lovely, deadly, awful Russia.

    Rest in peace, Mr. Navalny. May your spark of life and love of freedom continue to make your country better for now and into the future.

    As of 2024, you have joined the sad list of awful outcomes of brave men and women.

    Russia, we are still waiting for real greatness.

    

I Made a Three in 2024! I was not shooting them so well...

 I Made a Three in 2024!

    Prior to these last few weeks and months when with my group of basketball buddies, many of whom can shoot the three really well, and many of whom encourage me to shoot my shot more, I had not made a three point shot for quite a while. Like, not this year, averaging playing 7-8 games once per week.

    The last time that I remember shooting and missing so many threes in a row was one day, likely an afternoon, down in Chile between four of us: me, a 34 year-old, and three young guys, like 20, 18, maybe 15. The ball was not good and the rim was poor, and I could not hit a stupid three.

    Frustrating.

    In 2022, maybe, I went a stretch over various weeks when I hit 18 out of 20, I think. That was my best time ever, probably.

    Normally on a given day I will hit 2 out of 5, or maybe 2 out of 6. Not great, not bad.

    Perhaps my worst stretch ever was in 2008 when I hurt my shoulder, and I could not shoot for almost six months. That was bad. Barely a trifecta in half a year! At age 37 into 38.

    I am well into my 50s now.  

    But I can, and should, still hit the three point shot.

    More to come in 2024... 

    We hope. Nothing is guaranteed.

 I Could Write About a Few Things

    I wanted to illustrate how the Brigham Young football team was becoming bigger and bigger overall winners, despite their 5-7 losing season this last year, their first in the new Big Twelve.

    

    The basketball men are doing pretty well, and that is fun to watch.

    Palestinians are being pushed around and killed and maimed in droves; we could analyze that mess more.

    Russians and Ukrainians continue to war against one another.

    Hemingway wrote some interesting books.

    

    Pablo Picasso was quite the artist, and thinker. Or artist.

    Old men are running things in our country, and even the younger ones are not that great.

    Yeah.

.500 0r Over for Division 1 Football: BYU is 38th

 .500 0r Over for Division 1 Football: BYU is 38th out of 94

Team	Won	Lost	Tied	Pct.	Years	Total Games	Conference
Michigan	1004	353	36	.734	144	1393	Big Ten
Ohio State	964	333	53	.734	134	1350	Big Ten
Alabama	965	337	43	.733	129	1345	SEC
Notre Dame	948	337	42	.730	134	1327	Independent
Oklahoma	944	341	53	.725	129	1338	Big 12
Boise State	490	187	2	.723	56	679	Mountain West
Texas	948	392	33	.702	131	1373	Big 12
Southern California	875	368	54	.695	130	1297	Pac-12
Penn State	930	409	41	.689	137	1380	Big Ten
Nebraska	917	424	40	.678	134	1381	Big Ten
Florida State	581	281	17	.671	77	879	ACC
Tennessee	865	414	53	.669	127	1343	SEC
Georgia	881	429	54	.666	130	1364	SEC
Coastal Carolina	166	89	0	.651	21	255	Sun Belt
Appalachian State	664	354	29	.648	94	1047	Sun Belt
LSU	806	434	47	.645	130	1324	SEC
Miami (FL)	663	388	19	.629	98	1070	ACC
Florida	758	445	40	.626	117	1243	SEC
Auburn	799	471	47	.625	131	1317	SEC
James Madison	369	221	4	.625	51	594	Sun Belt
Clemson	798	472	45	.624	128	1315	ACC
Georgia Southern	418	253	10	.621	60	681	Sun Belt
Washington	775	466	50	.620	134	1291	Pac-12
Texas A&M	778	504	48	.603	129	1330	SEC
Virginia Tech	772	505	46	.601	130	1323	ACC
Arizona State	638	424	24	.599	111	1086	Pac-12
Michigan State	730	487	44	.596	127	1261	Big Ten
Miami (OH)	724	484	44	.596	135	1252	MAC
Utah	719	482	31	.596	130	1232	Pac-12
West Virginia	781	526	45	.594	131	1352	Big 12
Fresno State	645	446	27	.589	102	1118	Mountain West
Jacksonville State	612	422	39	.589	114	1073	C-USA
Western Kentucky	615	426	30	.588	105	1071	C-USA
Central Michigan	647	450	36	.587	123	1133	MAC
Wisconsin	742	518	53	.585	135	1313	Big Ten
UCLA	637	446	37	.585	105	1120	Pac-12
Georgia Tech	756	540	43	.581	131	1339	ACC
BYU	616	443	26	.580	99	1085	Big 12
Oregon	705	511	46	.577	128	1262	Pac-12
Arkansas	740	539	40	.576	130	1319	SEC
Pittsburgh	761	560	42	.574	134	1363	ACC
Minnesota	733	543	44	.572	140	1320	Big Ten
Stanford	670	496	49	.572	117	1215	Pac-12
Southern Miss	613	460	26	.570	107	1099	Sun Belt
Troy	575	431	28	.570	103	1034	Sun Belt
Army	727	545	51	.569	133	1323	Independent
Colorado	723	544	36	.569	134	1303	Pac-12
San Diego State	592	447	32	.568	101	1071	Mountain West
Boston College	694	525	37	.567	125	1256	ACC
Middle Tennessee	607	463	28	.566	109	1098	C-USA
Bowling Green	562	426	52	.565	105	1040	MAC
Syracuse	743	577	49	.561	134	1369	ACC
Louisiana Tech	640	496	37	.561	120	1185	C-USA
Toledo	580	452	24	.561	103	1056	MAC
North Carolina	729	569	54	.559	133	1352	ACC
Arizona	633	499	33	.558	120	1165	Pac-12
Air Force	433	342	13	.558	68	788	Mountain West
UCF	293	234	1	.556	45	528	Big 12
Western Michigan	597	481	24	.553	118	1102	MAC
Texas Tech	597	481	32	.552	99	1097	Big 12
Navy	738	600	57	.549	142	1395	American
California	692	569	51	.547	128	1312	Pac-12
Tulsa	647	534	27	.547	123	1208	American
Ole Miss	675	547	35	.551	129	1257	SEC
Missouri	711	590	52	.545	133	1353	SEC
Iowa	693	576	39	.545	135	1308	Big Ten
Houston	472	394	15	.544	78	881	Big 12
TCU	685	574	57	.543	127	1316	Big 12
Hawaii	583	492	25	.541	107	1100	Mountain West
Liberty	299	254	4	.540	51	557	C-USA
Sam Houston	571	488	34	.538	108	1093	C-USA
Old Dominion	92	79	0	.538	13	171	Sun Belt
Northern Illinois	611	527	51	.535	122	1189	MAC
UTSA	84	75	0	.528	12	159	American
Oklahoma State	637	572	48	.526	122	1257	Big 12
Nevada	577	521	33	.525	117	1131	Mountain West
Louisville	550	496	17	.525	105	1063	ACC
Marshall	628	571	47	.523	124	1246	Sun Belt
South Florida	168	154	0	.522	26	322	American
Maryland	677	624	43	.520	131	1344	Big Ten
Cincinnati	659	607	51	.520	136	1317	Big 12
Purdue	641	597	48	.517	136	1286	Big Ten
Texas State	533	500	25	.516	109	1058	Sun Belt
Virginia	683	642	48	.515	134	1373	ACC
NC State	638	599	55	.513	132	1292	ACC
South Carolina	635	612	44	.509	129	1279	SEC
Baylor	625	602	44	.509	122	1271	Big 12
Ball State	476	459	32	.509	99	964	MAC
Ohio	603	584	48	.508	128	1235	MAC
Illinois	632	625	50	.503	134	1307	Big Ten
Utah State	573	567	31	.503	126	1171	Mountain West
East Carolina	460	454	12	.503	87	926	American
Kentucky	653	647	44	.502	133	1344	SEC
North Texas	542	541	33	.500	107	1116	American