Do you believe in poetic justice?
That’s more rhetorical than anything. But there was an apropos conclusion to last night. Trust me.
I dropped another reporter off at his hotel – there is, in Ralph Friedgen’s words, a fuel crisis in progress – and started veering around the parking lot to try to find my way out of there.
Good thing I wasn’t on mental autopilot. After zipping around the corner, an animal no one would ever mistake was scurrying around the parking lot.
It was a skunk.
So which smelled worse last night, the skunk or Maryland’s football team? Given that the bugger scampered about unimpeded rather than get flattened (well, yet, anyway), I couldn’t tell you for sure – though it was a toss-up.