Driving about this morning, I was listening on Channel 309 Jam On to a group that is actually named Pigeons Playing Ping Pong.
What they were playing was a seriously pedestrian tune titled “Porcupine,” but I never moved on to something else.
Which anecdote, to be brutally honest, has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the precipitous decline in my predictioneering prowess last weekend.
But is conclusive empirical evidence how far your scribe will go in a lame obviously failed attempt to be alliteratively cute.
I was rewarded for my lack of energy to change the station with an interesting Frank Zappa tune that followed.