One could readily assume, from reading this space enough, that it’s become something of a place for death. I’ve contemplated my youngest sister’s death here; hell, I’ve contemplated my own death. It’s decidedly not that, to be sure, and this past week showed me something.
Yes, I missed Friday’s installment before Auburn. The reasons for this are twofold: (1) I knew I wasn’t going to be able to watch the game, insofar as I’d be traveling while the proceedings unfolded, and so didn’t feel that strongly one way or the other about it; and (2) I tend to write my Friday column over the course of the week.