“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Despite the news today, we at Hammer and Rails, for better or worse, continue to row our boat (Fleck doesn’t have a monopoly on boat metaphors) towards the shore of football season, as the current of life sucks us back to the middle of the footballess ocean.
Like Tantalus, we’ll reach for the fruit, even as it hovers outside the reach of our straining fingertips. Yes, gentle reader, we march on like Hamlet, despite the slings and arrows arrows of outrageous fortune.