Over the years, I've enjoyed listening to the distinctive, articulate, and classy Keith Jackson do his "Whoa Nellie" thing during college football games as much as anyone. But, after hearing him on last night's Rose Bowl telecast (What a game!), I think that Jackson should -- and probably will -- have the good sense to pack up the pipes and go home. He's had a tremendous run. But the sharp reflexes and unerring instincts necessary for today's fast-paced, graphically spectacular football broadcasts are fading noticeably. Thanks for the memories, Keith.