In the shape-shifting world of college athletics, the eye can no longer be trusted. There is beauty, to be sure, but most of the beholders wear the realignment equivalent of beer goggles.
How else can you explain a sinking ship turning into a lifeboat overnight? Or a notorious bully and a benevolent benefactor becoming one and the same? Or one group's intolerable dysfunction looking like another's enviable harmony?
Thus is the state of the Big 12, and of Texas, these days. It wasn't long ago that the conference was known for buffoonery and its biggest school was everyone's villain, but things change. Now they sit in a position of power and riches, with the option to make even more while they play savior, if they choose.