I can’t remember the last time I read a college football player requesting less of a per diem, less extravagance, less time away from campus and less amenities. That, though, was the gist of an amazing ESPN.com piece Virginia Tech long snapper Collin Carroll wrote this week, in which he savages the current bowl week setup.

One highlight:

Across the street from our digs is a 115,000-square-foot casino. Six blocks northwest of our hotel is the most decadent stretch of pavement known to man; trust me, men know it all too well. Bourbon Street boasts 10 gentlemen’s clubs along its eight blocks. I’m not saying our players have succumbed — I’m simply shedding light on the gravity of our temptations.

And yet we’re giving 18- to 22-year-old testosterone factories $64.39 per day to spend as they wish? Have we lost our minds?

My first night on the town, a scantily clad young lady approached me and asked, “Hey Ginger, want a ride?” Being a redhead, I was disturbed yet flattered — we don’t get that question too often — then relieved to discover she was promoting a mechanical bull-riding contest. Only in the Big Easy....

Even if we aren’t enticed by the pleasures of this world, the aforementioned lavish spoiling of players still breeds complacence and a sense of entitlement — attitudes detrimental to the hunger of a team.

Carroll, who writes for the Virginia Tech student paper and has a well-regarded Twitter account, goes on to advocate that schools “do away with bowl week” and treat their postseason games like any normal road game, which makes sense in the rational world but is ludicrous in the actual Death to the BCS real world.

“No strip joints, no casinos, no extravagant gifts or cash rewards, and no creepy bull-riders with redhead fetishes,” he recommends. “Just film, practice, more film, meals and some more film.”

Get back to me when that happens. Bowl week extravagance is as much a fact of modern life as creepy bull-riders with redhead fetishes. I think.