I’m in the middle of the incredible Stephen King novel 11/22/63, which is a little bit about the Kennedy Assassiation and a lot about time travel. And, because King is so good, he makes even the most common stitches in time—a character singing a Rolling Stones song to his girlfriend that won’t come out for another three years, for example—seem not just like a humorous gaffe but a horrifying mistake that sends a chill down your spine because of the potential ramifications.
And so when I heard Philip Rivers was potentially coming out of retirement on Monday, I was most certainly happy. But, I was also just a little bit scared. The past is obdurate.
