This is pretty funny, but I think the apostrophe is misplaced. The inability to turn off one's inner copy editor must be a source of the psychological condition called anhedonia.
It's funny because of two different senses of the word "sentence." Get it? Can't turn off my inner pedant, either.
Since it's the last day of the year, traditionally a time for a reflective backwards gaze, I should say that this was the year I learned it's not a penalty to tackle a guy by jerking him to the ground by the wad of hair hanging out the back of his helmet.
I have to thank my first dog for everything else I learned this year. When it's below about 15 degrees F., everyone else outside is also accompanied by a dog. Relatedly, I've lived in south Minneapolis for 40 years and it was in Year No. 40 that I fixed in my mind the fact that Pillsbury Avenue is parallel with and one block east of Pleasant Avenue, not the other way around.
Why are the Rutgers Scarlet Knights playing in a bowl game on the day before New Year's? Since they were 5-7, 2-7 in the Big Ten, it must be on account of their unblemished record in nonconference games. Yes, I see now that they beat perennial powers Temple and Delaware as well as Syracuse, another 5-7 team, which apparently gave them the tie breaker for a Gator Bowl invitation over the Orangemen.
I'm walking the dog while it's still above zero and the first national semifinal hasn't started. Happy New Year!
Amen. Happy New Year!
Posted by: Steve Fiebiger | January 01, 2022 at 09:01 AM