Beer, the hospitality of tailgaters, and impending obsolescence do add up: we missed prime a.m. blogging due to a doctor's visit to have a trained professional look at the official right knee of EDSBS. Prior to today's diagnosis, we'd been relying on Dr. Stoical McDumbass, who'd been telling us that singing pain in the right knee was a good thing, and that we weren't reading our Marcus Aurelius with enough diligence:
"If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment."
Did we mention that Marcus Aurelius was an emperor? Anyway, the diagnosis didn't even give the comfort of man points in the form of "It's a torn ACL. I've been walking on it like it was nothing." Runner's knee at thirty: now officially and indubitably a yuppie blogger type.
We'll be along in a bit with Jim Delany being a dick about the SEC. BTW, Jarvis Moss just sacked Troy Smith again in the shoe section of a Dillard's in Columbus, causing him to fumble a pair of Tims he was buying, which were recovered by Derrick Harvey who promptly returned them for in-store credit.
We're calling it blogger's knee. Oh, the glamour!