Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, December 23, 2016, 11:58 a.m.
I need to knock this blog out. Eastern Michigan is playing Old Dominion in the Popeyes Bahamas Bowl in about two hours. I’d hate to have my attention divided.
After all, I once owned an Eastern Michigan tee shirt. It was given me by the athletic director at the request of the Detroit columnist Joe Falls. Joe isn’t with us anymore, but once upon a time, he drove out to Michigan International Speedway, and we had a chat, probably because he was sitting next to me in either the media center or the press box, and I mentioned that I was lodged in Ypsilanti, and I hadn’t even been able to find an EMU tee shirt in the stores.
About a month later, I got a handwritten note from the athletic director to the effect that Joe Falls had instructed him to send me a tee shirt.
I never had that kind of clout with my family, let alone a public institution of higher learning.
As for Old Dominion, I once applied for a sports information job there. I don’t think the school even replied.
So I’m for Eastern Michigan, and rest in peace, Joe Falls.
I wonder what happened to that tee shirt.
The Bowl games are falling two and three a day. Before they started, I wrote down all the point spreads and picked the games. I didn’t bet them because that would be, like, illegal. Going into the Bahamas Bowl, with Navy-Louisiana Tech and Troy-Ohio U. to follow before bedtime, I am 6-3.
Had I put money on all those games, I’m confident I’d be 3-6. A little-known codicil in the Cosmic College handbook bases the outcome of all bowl games on whether or not I had money on the line. A whole section details all the ways I’m a whiz at anything that doesn’t make money.
Christmas beckons. I’ve been tracking the deliveries to a few special young’uns, all two generations removed from mine. Kids come first and quite often only because all of us are having trouble making ends meet.
I lost my train of thought there for a few minutes. Jimmy the Goat is loose on the streets of Mayberry.
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