A post about nothing

Hey, it worked for Seinfeld.

Here's the deal. I spent 8 hours in a windowless room staring at a computer screen with the only human interaction involving two phone calls and whatever excuse I could come up with to run upstairs and drop something off. Came home to six day old soup and a choice between homework and America's Funniest Pets. More entertaining distractions involved folding laundry and doing dishes. Yeah, my day was exciting.

So this is what happens when a person doesn't have those seemingly meaningless conversations during the day. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" "What did you think of the game?" "Anyone have any brilliant lunch ideas?"

Answers untold until now: going to Cleveland, I'm sad and yet somehow happy about the game, and lunch involved leftovers. Not bad actually.

For you Michigan fans that are giving me the evil eye for that "somehow happy" comment about our tearful loss to OSU, allow me to explain. On Michigan's first big play, the thing that I loved the most was the fact that the players were grinning from ear to ear. It was tough, it was cold, it was "the game of the century" and it was fun. And even when the clock was winding down, they still played hard. You know why that was a great game? Challenge. Luck. Tough breaks. No breaks. And at the end of it, all the emotion and cheering and superfanning and "do it for Bo" chants were all energy put towards something fun. No politics, no national divide over whether kids should be sent to die "for their country", no save the clock tower fliers. Just the beauty of life encapsulated in sports.

The poets who look down on the game have no grasp of what could be one of the world's greatest metaphors.