That’s about as succinct a summary of this past weekend’s game as I can offer.
It was a cold, wet and miserable evening on an especially muted and somber day. And on a better day. A nicer day, the absolute stupidity of the game. The ridiculousness of it all. Well, it might have been a lot more amusing and fun as it was happening.
Instead, with the backdrop of Squirrel Hill. With the dismal weather. There was an undercurrent of anger and still more frustration at was happening on the field.
That’s about the distance from the Cathedral of Learning to the Tree of Life Synagogue. Just hop one of the #61 PAT buses on Forbes Avenue in Oakland and get off at Shady and Forbes in Squirrel Hill maybe 15 minutes later. Walk half-a-mile up Shady Avenue until you hit Wilkins. And there you are.
Two miles.
A very short drive.
That’s how far away I was yesterday morning. That’s roughly how far anyone on campus at Pitt was yesterday morning.
It’s so close, yet as anyone who attended Pitt or grew up in Pittsburgh knows; it’s another place. The winding hills. Carnegie Mellon in between. Schenley Park if you go another way. It’s part of why so many grad students end up getting apartments up there. Safely away from the distractions on Pitt’s campus. A little removed from the campus distractions. Yet, easy to get quickly to the campus.
A 3:30 start for this game has everyone confused. Even the ACC affiliate site still lists it as a 1:00 start. It isn’t, I’ve checked a few times to be sure this isn’t some sick joke.
Figures, though. A 3:30 start time at home for Pitt; and it is supposed to be a miserable, damp day. Which former AD do I blame for this?
It’s been a week. Quite literally, since I last posted. Been one of those weeks with work, kids. Life in general. Hell, I have to miss most of the game because my wife is off camping with my daughter and I was conscripted to take my son to one of his Boy Scout events. Yay.
And of course, Pitt hasn’t had the best week leading up to today.
