I don’t usually venture out onto the ledge.
It’s just not a place I like to go.
But I found myself there on Friday.
The view is amazing but the foundation is way too wobbly.
You’re welcome to it.
My trip lasted only an epi-second, about the same amount of time as you saw the devil in “The Exorcist.” Frightening. Sobering. Gone just like that.
Thank goodness.
What caused it? Overload. It was a day spent wondering what was next. Just as I began to digest the mess at Miami, the LSU suspensions unfolded. And then there was the appearance of Danny Sheridan on ESPN’s Outside The Lines. Sheridan was talking about knowing the name of Auburn’s bagman. And then the NCAA, which never responds to anything, responds to Sheridan with unprecedented anger.
That’s when it happened.
“I’m done with college football.”
I said it in my head. I’m better now. It was scary. A future of Saturdays spent in malls and at movies flashed in my head and then I was better.
I’m not going to let the actors ruin the play. I’m going to hang in there with the sport. I hope I don’t have bad dreams tonight.
I don’t want to go back to the ledge.
