The roar of the crowd. The snap of the pigskin echoes as the steam of hot coffee wafts in the high school stands. The gladiators of our time waging war on the gridiron, where the strong survive, and evolution is on display for the battle watchers, like spectators to blitzkrieg ... four quarters of thunder and mayhem. Such is the glory of the game we call ... football.
Could it be a quote from The Program? Nope! It's just another weather story from the AJC! Granted, the AJC's take is nowhere near as clichéd or hack-worthy as my prose above -- nor as breathtakingly genius and awe-inspiring -- but nonetheless, That Other Paper just loves turning weather forecasts into adventurous forays set in bedrooms or bleachers. What's next -- big-game hunts?
I'll go easy on the AJC, as I'm all for presentation with flair. But I miss the SnuggleScribe, Jeffry Scott, and the ways he waxed poetic about the wanton days of fall. I, for one, can vouch that fall has not made me creep closer to -- or even locate -- a significant other, Snugglemeister.
(Note: Jeffry Scott e-mailed me a very kind note after my first post. I think he's a talented chap. Anyone who loves snuggling is good by me.)
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