I remember being at some party back in the day, and there was a fellow I didn’t know who had obviously been trying to hook up to no avail with an attractive lady, whom I also didn’t know, but very much intended to try and meet.
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you,” he told her as I eavesdropped. “But you never return my calls.”
“Listen,” she replied, “if your phone doesn’t ring, it’s me on the line.”
She turned and walked away.
Which is how I felt — kinda — after another perfecto weekend, my second in the last three weeks, third of the season.
Did I hear from either of my arch nemeses, Badger Billy or Doppelgänger Boris, offering some props?
Of course not. Mum was obviously the word.
(And, should I deign to mention the latter’s name again, it will simply be Boris. The rest is too unwieldy and umlautian.)
I was laying in wait for Badger Billy, had he reached out. He would have given me shit as usual for picking another slate of easy games. Even though Oregon was an underdog at UDub, and Michigan really needed a W in State College, and almost came back and got it.
Then I’d have said, “Hmmm, yeah, I guess I could have picked your Badgers, the biggest sure thing on the board over the Fightin’ Illini.”
Mic I didn’t get a chance to drop.
So, yeah, 5-0 pushes me to 28-14 for the season, a hefty 67% on the correctitude meter.
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