1908 College Football Season

The 1908 college football season ran from Saturday, September 19, until November 28. The Quakers of the University of Pennsylvania and the Crimson of Harvard University finished the season unbeaten, though each had been tied once during the season. The Tigers of Louisiana State University (LSU) went unbeaten and untied against a weaker opposition. Both teams were named national champions retroactively by various organizations. Only Pennsylvania officially claims a national championship for the 1908 season.

Although there was no provision for a national championship, major teams played their regular schedules before facing their most difficult matches late in the season. "The real championship contests are ushered in with the month of November," the New York Times reported on September 6, "and on the seventh day of that month the final try-outs will be witnessed." The most eagerly anticipated games were Yale at Princeton (November 14) and Harvard at Yale (November 21). In addition, "intersectional games" were of special interest, with Cornell at Chicago, and Penn at Michigan.

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