Every now and then, a sports columnist must do something stupid. It’s in our genes.
Friday, my genes are taking over.
Long ago, back in the ancient 20th century, newspaper content moved online into the digital world. This created unlimited space for columns, theoretically. Except it is never maximized. But I’ve always had a fantasy of seeing how many columns I could produce on a given day. Could I crank out 24 columns in 24 hours? Theoretically. But I would probably spend the next 24 days in a hospital. Starting smaller might be a better idea.
So stay tuned.