1933 College Football Season

The 1933 college football season saw the Michigan Wolverines repeat as winners of the Knute Rockne Memorial Trophy as national champion under the Dickinson system. Thirteen members of the old Southern Conference split off in 1933 to form the Southeastern Conference (SEC). The ten Southern teams that remained behind would later (1953) constitute the Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC). Other major conferences that existed in 1933 were the Western Conference(today's Big Ten), the Pacific Coast Conference (now the Pac-10), the Big Six (later the Big 8)and the Southwest Conference, many of whom would later make up the Big Twelve. After several years of matching two of the nation's best teams against each other in an unofficial East-West championship game, the Rose Bowl matchup was less than spectacular. Stanford (8-1-1) was ranked behind USC by Dickinson, and Columbia (7-1-0) was not ranked at all. The Columbia Lions won the Pasadena game 7-0.

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