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Coaches Poll Top 25: How a List of American College Teams Quietly Became the World’s Most Watched Unofficial Geopolitical Barometer
By Our Man in the Departure Lounge, somewhere between Gate 42 and Existential Dread

PARIS—While delegates at the COP summit were busy arguing over whether the planet should be saved by Tuesday or by Thursday, a far more consequential ranking dropped stateside: the Amway-USA Today Coaches Poll Top 25. Yes, the same poll that once placed Boise State ahead of Notre Dame because, well, blue turf apparently counts as soft power. Every Sunday night, 66 American football coaches—many of whom still struggle to operate an iPad—submit a ballot that ricochets through global markets, diplomatic back channels, and the fever dreams of boosters in Dubai who’ve never seen a cornfield.

The rest of the world pretends not to care, which is adorable. In reality, the poll is a low-cost tool of U.S. cultural imperialism, second only to Marvel trailers and pumpkin-spice diplomacy. Consider: when Georgia leapfrogs Alabama into the top spot, the ripple effects are felt from Tuscaloosa to Tashkent. Kazakh oil traders adjust their risk models—because a Crimson Tide loss reliably triggers a 2.3 % drop in alumni whiskey consumption, which nudges barrel prices. Meanwhile, a hedge fund in Singapore has an algorithm that shorts Under Armour stock every time Texas falls out of the top 15; the Longhorns’ brand is apparently an inverse indicator of breathable fabric demand. Economists call it “gridiron gravity.” The coaches call it “who’s got the remote?”

Europeans, bless their smug little hearts, dismiss college football as “American rugby with advertising breaks.” Yet LVMH quietly monitors the poll to decide which campus pop-up shops will move the most $450 limited-edition sneakers. Last year, when Michigan cracked the top three, Louis Vuitton shipped extra maize-and-blue embossed leather to Ann Arbor faster than you can say “student-athlete NIL deal.” Luxury conglomerates understand that nothing screams disposable income like a 19-year-old linebacker who just discovered Venmo.

Asia watches for different reasons. In Seoul, e-sports coaches study the poll the way Renaissance spies studied Papal conclaves—looking for clues to human motivation under extreme pressure. They note that Clemson never stays in the top five for long, a cautionary tale of peaking too soon. The Chinese Super League once tried to replicate the Coaches Poll for soccer, but the ballots were found to be 114 % identical, which even for FIFA was a bit on the nose.

Down in Latin America, where fútbol is religion and tackle football is a niche cult, the poll still matters. Cartel accountants use it to launder money through offshore memorabilia auctions: a signed Ohio State helmet jumps 40 % in “value” if the Buckeyes climb to No. 2. The FBI knows this, the coaches pretend not to, and ESPN runs a 30-second segment titled “Buckeye Fever—Catch It!” Everyone wins except common sense.

Even the war in Ukraine has a Coaches Poll subplot. A Ukrainian oligarch who owns a minority stake in a Big 12 media rights deal reportedly told Volodymyr Zelenskyy that if Oklahoma State cracks the top ten, he can refinance a drone purchase. Zelenskyy, ever the pragmatist, replied, “Tell Mike Gundy to shave the mullet; it scares European lenders.” Dark? Certainly. But so is the global arms trade, which apparently now runs on college marching-band metrics.

Back home, the coaches themselves remain blissfully—or willfully—unaware of their geopolitical clout. Ask Nick Saban about the price of Brent crude and he’ll stare at you like you just asked him to split an atom with a visor. Ask him about the transitive property of a two-loss SEC team versus a one-loss Pac-12 upstart and he’ll deliver a TED Talk. Priorities, people.

So as the world hurtles toward another climate cliff, supply-chain meltdown, and the 17th final season of The Crown, take comfort in this: somewhere in a dim film room in Stillwater or Tallahassee, a man in a windbreaker is ranking Fresno State ahead of Florida because “the film don’t lie.” And somewhere else, a Swiss derivatives trader is quietly updating a spreadsheet titled “Week 8 Chaos Hedge.” The Coaches Poll isn’t just about football; it’s the last shared hallucination we’ve got. Cherish it—preferably with a bourbon distilled in a county whose team just cracked the top ten.