On the way out to Cardinal Stadium for the dog and pony show a/k/a Football Media Day, I noted the sky was Grantland Rice blue-gray. Appropriately enough, even though it was a bit muggier than the day which caused college pigskin’s flowery bard of yesteryear to wax poetic about a quartet of Notre Damers in the ’20s.
When I exited, the sun was out.
Which is a good enough way to metamorphize the spin that is always attendant at such annual inaugural rites.
On the elevator up to the press level, a fellow who’d been at as many of these as me and I were riffing on what we’d hear.
“Great to be back.
“Really looking forward go hitting the field.
“Guys have been doing some great work in the weight room, and are bigger and stronger.”
Etc, etc. Or yada, yada, yada if you happen to be a Seinfeld acolyte.
Truth is, of course, there’s not much to learn here. Actual practice hasn’t started. Everybody’s undefeated at the beginning of August.
But the event does herald that the arrival of opening kickoff is not long off. That alone makes it a joyous, if tedious occasion. Continue reading Hope’s Afoot & Other Media Day Takeaways