My sincerest apologies to anyone who expected to read my online words on Saturday morning and were instead met with cold silence. Simply put, life got in the way. But you have my word that I will never have the audacity to live before I post.
Had I actually written a Kegger on Saturday, I probably would have talked about how C.J. Stroud might be the least accomplished Ohio State Heisman Trophy finalist in the history of the award, and how him even getting an invite to New York feels hollow, soul…