Which proverb it turns out, at least according to The Google, was coined by some guy named Robert Burton. When I was so very sure it was Willie the Shakes.
Anyhow, the World Wide Leader has obviously made a decision not to send its go to Friday Night college pigskin announcing crews to the stadiums where the games are actually being contested. Instead having the guys who ought to be in the booth calling games from their own dens.
More’s the pity.
Which saying again is also not attributed to the Bard, but some Olde English writer of the 16th C.
But, to coin a phrase, I digress.
Last Friday’s game was, reading from the accounts, pretty scintillating.
Maryland, led by Taulia Tagovailoa, who looks to be perhaps the equal of older bro, Tua, blasted ahead 21-7. Fell behind 21-38. Knotted it at 38. Then won 45-44 in OT when Minnesota missed a conversion.
I watched the beginning, but had to give it up, so turned off was I by the game coverage. Continue reading Gridiron Journal: Those Darned Announcers +