By the time Friday came around, politics was the furthest thing from my mind. The weekend was coming! That meant Football Day on Sunday, preceded by its crazy, more-exciting-but-less-good cousin, College Football Day on Saturday. Lacking at the time even the slightest inkling of how I might go about finding out which games were on the slate, I, like so many children around the world, had nothing but hope. A full twenty days earlier, Alabama played Tennessee, and won, 17-10. Drawing on my experience playing football in the backyard, my brother my only adversary, I assumed that college football teams must too suffer from the same lack of variety, facing the same opponents week after week with the same result - a win for the guy with the red head!

I’ve always quibbled with my teacher’s quibbles with this entry. While appending “the game” to the sentence makes the antecedent clearer, I don’t think there’s any English speaker to whom the meaning would have been unclear! If you were to take issue with anything, it would the initial vague construction - “I hope that it is” - that introduces the ambiguity and makes me sound like an idiot! I understand that there’s a correlation between teaching a man to fish and the infinite duration of his subsequent ability to feed himself, but if you give him a rotten fish, you’re standing there while a guy vomits in a lake.