It’s Monday. You know it, we know it, Monday knows it.
Side question: Do you think Monday has a complex? All the other days have at least some love from some area, but Monday is loathed. What does Monday have? A few holidays, yes. Monday Night Football. An above-average Jimmy Buffett song.
Football tileSo it goes. Take our weekly tradition. Yes, we celebrate the weekend’s winners on Monday. That’s good. We also note the weekend’s losers. Ah Monday… can’t win for losing. (Side question about the side question: How does the expression can’t “win for losing” make sense? Of course you can’t win if you’re losing. Egad. Maybe an elderly Greeson fellow developed that one because we have a long lineage of an interesting relationship with the English language. First, the entire group can have an entire conversion with a monosyllabic “Hmmmph.” Secondly, once the Greeson men hit a certain age, it is required in the family coat of arms to consistently mispronounce half the names of Atlanta sports stars – and the Braves bullpen of the 1990s with Woehlers and Berenguer and the rest was an adventure. Finally, we have a long history of twisting phrases into something overtly obvious and then slowly nodding like we dropped some Socrates or Plato on the conversation. One of the best is 5-at-10 Sr.’s “I’d rather be rich and healthy than poor and sick.” Or his parents’ infamous words of wisdom, “Don’t get stabbed.” Where were we?)
From the “Talks too much” studios, we are already three paragraphs and 10 hours into Monday. We’ll get there. Or we won’t. (See what we mean?)
Weekend’s winners
UTC. The Mocs wrapped their first playoff spot since 1984 in impressive fashion. Congrats to all involved and to those who have paid their dues through what has been a roller coaster ride filled most with lows before Russ Huesman and Co. got to town. (Side question: Did the Mocs really draw less than 10K Saturday? Man, that’s a little surprising.