Man, I tell you what, every time somebody on here starts droppin' scripture like they just rolled outta Sunday school, I get a big ol' grin on my face. Love it, noimsayin? Matthew 7:17, huh? "Every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit." Deep stuff, brother nolebull813. Real deep.   But hold up now—let me take you back to somethin'. Back in the day, growin' up in the hood in the late '60s, we had this one cat on the corner who loved quotin' the Bible louder than anybody. Man could recite whole chapters while shootin' dice or chasin' whatever skirt walked by. Problem was, soon as the preachin' stopped, he'd turn around and short you on your change or talk slick about your mama. Folks would just shake they head and say, "Boy talkin' outta both sides of his mouth... and one side smell worse than the other!"   So I'm readin' this post, and I'm wonderin'—you callin' the FHSAA a "corrupt tree" bearin' "evil fruit," right? That's some heavy accusin', straight fire and brimstone. But then, two sentences later, you switch it up and say they just "incompetent." So which is it, playa? They evil and corrupt on purpose, schemin' in some dark room like villains in a bad movie? Or they just a buncha folks who can't tie they own shoes without trippin' over the laces?'   Cause see, them two things ain't the same tree at all. One's rotten to the core, deliberate-like. The other's just a tree that forgot how to grow straight—maybe bad soil, maybe nobody watered it right. You can't have it both ways without lookin' like you just makin' noise to hear yourself talk, noimsayin?   Now don't get me wrong, I been watchin' this Open Division mess closer than I watch the line on a Gators game (and Lord knows I done lost plenty on them boys). FHSAA been changin' rules more often than I change my bets when I'm down bad at the dog track. One year it's Metro-Suburban, next it's back to straight classes, now they shrinkin' to six plus rural and throwin' in this Top 8 Open thing like it's gon' fix everything. Half the time it feel like they pullin' ideas outta a hat after too many drinks. Incompetent? Yeah, I can see that. But corrupt and evil? Man, that take intent. You got proof they out here pocketin' money or hatin' on certain schools for kicks? Or you just mad 'cause your team's bracket lookin' funky?   Me, I been slingin' subs and fried chicken at the Publix counter long enough to know when somebody's blowin' smoke. Lady come in yesterday, swearin' up and down her coupons was good, quotin' the fine print like she a lawyer. Turned out she was readin' last year's ad. I just smiled, scanned 'em anyway, and said "Bless your heart, ma'am." Kept the peace, noimsayin?   So come on, brother—tell us straight. Is the FHSAA corrupt or just incompetent? Pick a lane before the fruit start smellin' funny.

The FHSAA is the corrupt tree and the incompetent actions and consequences from those actions are the evil fruit for those keeping score at home. 

Matthew 7:17 Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.

Listen up, y'all—it's your boy back at it, slingin' words from the Publix break room where I just dealt with a lady arguin' over why her "buy one get one" coupon don't work on expired yogurt. Life's full of mysteries, noimsayin, like why I keep bettin' on the Dolphins to cover the spread or why that dancer named Sparkle thought "dinner at Applebee's" meant we was gettin' married. Now, to the meat: yeah, I'm gon' say somethin' about this FHSAA mess with the Open Division and that "human element" they're chewin' on for pickin' the top 8 in 2026. Lord knows they need it, 'cause relyin' solely on that MaxPreps computer juju is like trustin' a slot machine to pay out fair—it's rigged for the house every time. Back in December '25, right after they dropped them classifications, FHSAA boss Craig Damon straight-up said they're "explorin' somethin' besides just rankings," maybe a committee of folks who actually watch the games instead of lettin' an algorithm do the thinkin'. Human oversight, they call it—like addin' a referee to review a bad call, 'stead of lettin' the machine decide if it's a touchdown or not. Shoot, without it, we gon' end up with another 2025-style bracket where some 10-0 nobody sneaks in while real beasts like STA or Northwestern get snubbed 'cause they played a murderer's row and took a L to some Cali powerhouse. I bet my next paycheck (responsibly, of course—nah, who am I kiddin'?) that by spring meetin's, they lock in some kinda panel. 'Cause if they don't, the Open gon' look like a mismatched blind date: all hype, no chemistry, and everybody leavin' disappointed. Reminds me of that time I took home a gal from the track after hittin' a trifecta—thought it was my lucky night, but woke up to find my wallet lighter and her gone. FHSAA, don't be me—add that human touch before it's too late. What y'all think? Drop your takes, but keep it clean; I got enough drama at the counter. Peace.

Good observation.