It was still running, and I had the gas pedal pressed to the floor, but the engine did not so much as rev.
Two blocks into my drive home, I pulled up to a stop sign, and then the Beetle would not move. Longtime readers might assume her name was Claire - it wasn’t, but she was indeed the girl I was interested in and would eventually date a few times, though that is beside the point. My usual group of friends had been hanging out at a particular girl’s house. Included if anyone was inclined to dismiss how impressive a 1971 Volkswagen Beetle can be. When I was told of the decision to shutter this site a week ago, I thought of an uncertain night in that vintage beauty. That was an obscure reference, one never explained, to my high school car. The second paragraph of my first “Friday at 4” column, at least my first such public column, compared this space to a 1971 Volkswagen Beetle. When that darkness lifts will not be, either. Those cheerier words did not include a pouring prelude, but such are the times.Īs is the case with much of the sportswriting world these days, particularly the college football corners, this site will be going dark for the foreseeable future. It feels appropriate to reprise it now as I give a forced farewell.
That was the opening greeting in my first column here more than three years ago. “Dear ‘Inside the Irish’ fans, ‘Inside the Irish’ foes and, of course, my parents -” Drops ice cube into glass, pours drink, a strong drink.
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