OK friends, Monday was, you guessed it, April Fool’s Day.
Personally, I’m not a fan. (Although there is a large collection of my emailers who may think the Fool’s Day was my birthday. It wasn’t.)
While the attempts at silliness around this space may lead some to think we would be all-in on April Fool’s Day, the exact opposite is true, especially when it comes to the printed word.
There has been only one good April Fool’s Day joke in print. One.
That was Sidd Finch and the Sports Illustrated cover story about the alleged New York Mets pitching prospect who wore one boot and threw 140-plus miles per hour. It was the perfect farce from the subheadline of the story: “He’s a pitcher, part yogi and part recluse. Impressively liberated from our opulent lifestyle, Sidd’s deciding about yoga.” And rest easy if you didn’t notice the first letter of each word of that blurb – H-A-P-P-Y-A-P-R-I-L-F-O-O-L-S-D-A-Y – because it is extremely subtle.