The buzz today is about Manti Te’o, the all-everything linebacker for Notre Dame, and his Internet girlfriend. Prior to this week everyone thought that she had tragically died of leukemia just before Notre Dame’s game with Michigan State. It now appears that she was a fig newton of someone’s imagination.

I suspect that it might be easy to develop such an intense one-sided relationship. Just today I received the following e-mail from Jennifer Heath:

Hey   ,

Remember how great I looked in highschool? I tried this saffron thing and WOW, you have to see this.

See for yourself – {link here}

By an amazing coincidence I received the following e-mail from Jennifer Cole only fourteen minutes later:

Hey   ,

Remember how great I looked in highschool? I tried this saffron thing and WOW, you have to see this.

See for yourself – {different link here}

The strange thing is that I do not remember either of these great-looking Jennifers from my high school (or “highschool”) days. In fact, I do not remember anyone named Jennifer in my class in high school. I am pretty sure of this, too. There were no female students (or teachers for that matter) at all when I went to Rockhurst High School in Kansas City. I seem to recall two ladies who worked in the office, but I do not remember them as looking that great, and I certainly doubt that they would be bragging about their appearance in their ninth decade no matter how much of this saffron thing that they had consumed.

You have to feel sorry for Manti Te’o, though. Either he is on the verge of being busted as a despicable con artist, or, and I think that this might be worse, he is about to embark on a career in the NFL with the stigma of having fallen in love with a make-believe woman and trumpeted that fact to the world.