I’ve been sitting for a week stewing about the outcome of the Cotton Bowl (Alabama 38, Michigan State 0), which could be charitably described as an Alabama Ass Whuppin’ (to steal a phrase from the Drive-By Truckers). It’s one of those games that is better not to dwell on too much, or else you start to think that things like T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men” are relevant to your circumstance:
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper
The gunpowder plot, World War 1, the H Bomb, getting curb stomped by Nick Saban. These are all basically the same thing (or at least, the temptation exists to believe that they are). Continue reading