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Each FBS Team Gets Their Mascot As A Player...

Who wins the championship?

Michigan State or USC with an actual armed Spartan or Trojan? Florida with a real alligator?

Sadly, Nebraska gets a farmer... which is basically our walk-on program already.

Assume forces of nature are like the size of a normal man, otherwise this handily goes to the Cyclones or Hurricanes.
My first reaction is any team named the Giants. A 30 foot tall, 2,000 lb running back would be unstoppable. The only NCAA team I could find was Keystone College. However, this is their mascot.

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Who wins the championship?

Michigan State or USC with an actual armed Spartan or Trojan? Florida with a real alligator?

Sadly, Nebraska gets a farmer... which is basically our walk-on program already.

Assume forces of nature are like the size of a normal man, otherwise this handily goes to the Cyclones or Hurricanes.
I would take the Cal Bears. They would kill a Spartan or a Trojan. They also kill buffalo and long horns. Pretty much any lions and tigers and bears (Oh My) would be tough to beat.
 



If you go by mascot - and not just team name - than Alabama gets an elephant, which is basically the siege tank of land wars in Asia.

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Who wins the championship?

Michigan State or USC with an actual armed Spartan or Trojan? Florida with a real alligator?

Sadly, Nebraska gets a farmer... which is basically our walk-on program already.

Assume forces of nature are like the size of a normal man, otherwise this handily goes to the Cyclones or Hurricanes.
We have the best mascot in the nation.
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild…somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies – then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon – and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt… and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, painin’ from tractor back, put in another 72 hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double-speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadowlark.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, and replenish the self feeder… and finish a hard week’s work with a 5-mile drive to church.
Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing… who would laugh, and then sigh… and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. So God made a farmer.
 



I know they aren't in the FBS, but the worst college mascot as a player would have to be the University of California at Santa Cruz....the Banana Slugs.
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Nope Stanford. Depending how you look at it they would either play a man down or it would be a tree. Heck a Banana slug could eventually eat a tree.
 





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