by Beerwad
We are less than 2 weeks from the beginning of another football season. My favorite pro team is the Chicago Bears. I'm kind of like a bear in that I hybernate 7 months of the year in order to eat, breathe, sleep, and obsess about football 24/7 for the next 5 months.
It all starts on September 2nd, a Thursday night. This is the beginning of the college football season with a half slate of games scheduled. Headlined by a matchup of Pitt vs. the Utah Utes (not in the 'My Cousin Vinny' sense of the term, either. As in "deez two utes") on Vs.
Shortly after Saturday's games we will start seeing the fallout from the pundit's bumbling preseason rankings. These rankings are wildly inaccuate, and have long term repercussions to teams not perceived to be elite before the season - i.e. Ohio State starts the season ranked #2 and some other school starts unranked.
If they both finish the season 10-2, Ohio State will be ranked fifth, while the other school will be ranked eighth. Ohio State will recieve an at large bid to a BCS bowl and the $18 million that goes with it. The other school will likely get stuck playing the against 6-6 Notre Dame in the Gator Nowl. But i digress.
The first weekend of college football also brings with it your fantasy draft. A bunch of non-athletic guys drinking beers and bagging on each other's every selection. Some guy's gonna ask in the fifth round "has Drew Brees been taken?"
It is your obligation as a sportsman, not to punch this fellow in the brain. Just deal with it. Then there's the guy that agonizes about which kicker to select in the last round. We all want to go home guy, just take Jason Hanson. You know you want to have a reason to watch the Lions every Sunday anyways.
And during the season somebody is going to get Chris Johnson for a fourth round pick next year. Again, you mustn't punch these fellows in their respective brains. Just deal with the fact that you'd have given your favorite testicle for Johnson, if you'd have known his fantasy owner was lobotomized and felt like trading the best player for a mid level draft pick.
Gawd.
And you'll be double pissed if your league is a keeper league.
The NFL kicks off the following Thursday with the Vikings vs. the Saints, a NFC championship rematch. Maybe Brett Favre will show up. Maybe he'll even remember not to throw late over the middle this time. That is if the dementia hasn't progressed to the point of no return.
And so for the next 3 months there will be a football game on 5 nights a week. If you're married, or otherwise spoken for, you'll have to watch a lot of Cake Boss, Bridezillas, Say Yes to the Dress, and Dancing with the Stars on Tuesday and Wednesday nights to make up for all the football you've been watching. my advice to you is to let your eyes glaze over, smile and nod when need be, and try to figure out who you're going to play in your fantasy team's flex position this week. And for pete's sake, go with the guy who's playing against the Lions.
Bowl season brings the office betting pool and a chance to prove again that you are the smartest man alive. Try to convince these part time football fans to make it interesting. Maybe a monetary wager. Or maybe, something more humiliating. If you have an Ohio State fan in the office, nothing chaps their ass more than having to wear a U of M hoodie for a week. If only that moron could read what the shirt said. God damn Buckeye.
January, and the NFL playoffs, pass quickly. February 6th is the Super Bowl. Normally this is a game contested by 2 teams you don't give a wet fart about.
The attraction of the Super Bowl is the party. Lots of beer and more food than you can handle. Even the wives will watch the Super Bowl because of all of those funny little commercials. So this is the one game you can watch without ear plugs.
So you stuff your face and swill as many beers as you can. Until some crappy 70's band drags their carcas' to midfield to do snipets of their greatest hits. which by the way, were originally released on vinyl. (Tom Petty excluded of course). With the second half comes a sense of depression. This is the end. The longest possible time until more football. You've ingested as much cheese and beer as your pantline will allow, and you begin to feel sleepy.
That's the beginning of hibernation. Sleep tight.