So, yeah, the first thing a reader might notice with this week’s Monday shtick is yet another self aggrandizing photo of your inveterate, snarkadelic scribe. (Yes, it’s a little blurry, so what.)
Leaning into my NIL self.
You know, Name, Image, Likeness. I got a collective.
I do have a smidge of something to use as an excuse. I read an article in the Post or the Times one, where a reporter and two pals attempted to relive that day Ferris Bueller took off in the Hog Butcher of the World.
One of Ferris’s cohorts was young Alan Ruck — He’s the other brother who wants to be president in “Succession” — as Cameron. Who spends the day in a Red Wings sweater.
Son of Motown, I got one of those, says me. Throw it up there for vanity’s sake.
So, that’s why.
Deal with it.
Now on with the real foolishness. Continue reading MMQB: Too Much is not Too Much