When the announcer said that "the Steelers have just scored 14 points in the last 22 seconds," I heard the same sound I did back in Astronomy class, when Dr. Newsom introduced me to the fine print of Relativity and my brain made a rusty-gerbil-wheel squeak. My mind groaned in protest Sunday night, too. This announcer's stopwatch was as rubbery as the spaceship's ruler of yore.
He spoke in football time, of course, which is famously relative. I went back and timed the 14 points. That 22 seconds actually lasted 10 minutes, 12 seconds. And there wasn't even a time-out or a review.
And I wonder where my Sundays go.