Go, Blue, and don't come back

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I'm probably fussier about commas than I should be. Sometimes they're annoying, when they show up, where they don't belong. But missing commas bug me, too. The TV show "Good Morning America" has bothered me for years. When you're addressing someone, your remarks and the person or group the remarks are addressed to should be separated by a comma. Looking good, Victoria. Shape up, Larry. Good Morning, America.

Now I have "Go Blue," the cheer fans are supposed to offer up to the Indianapolis Colts, to contend with. If, as I assume, this is supposed to be telling Blue (the Colts' nickname, derived from team colors) to get out there and make us all proud (i.e, Go), then there is an obvious need for a comma: Go, Blue. "Go blue" is in the form of an imperative, instructing people to do something they might not necessarily want to do. If you tell me to "Go green," you are advising me to live environmentally responsibly, to which I say, stuff it in your cabbage. I could probably hold my breath till I turn blue in the face, but I choose not to. If you want someone go go blue, go drink a fifth of bourbon and stand outside in the cold for a few hours. I'll let your next of kin know how the game comes out.