On the way out to Cardinal Stadium for the dog and pony show a/k/a Football Media Day, I noted the sky was Grantland Rice blue-gray. Appropriately enough, even though it was a bit muggier than the day which caused college pigskin’s flowery bard of yesteryear to wax poetic about a quartet of Notre Damers in the ‘20s.
When I exited, the sun was out.
Which is a good enough way to metamorphize the spin that is always attendant at such annual inaugural rites.
On the elevator up to the press level, a fellow who’d been at as many of these as me and I were riffing on what we’d hear.