Prophecy is a funny recipe — legend, mythology, storytelling and unsubstantiated half-truths with just a dash of rational thinking. It falls somewhere between physical evidence and blind faith, with a heavy lean toward the latter.
This weekend, sports have made their long awaited return across the county. But it hasn’t quite been ‘sports’ yet. You know, sports: The community of lunatics; the tie that still binds you to your grandparents or brother or ex-girlfriend; the thing that sends an electrical current through your limbs that can only be quelled by a light ale.
Well that current was back Friday night.