NFL Pre-Season. Those two words alone are enough to “tickle my fancy” as they say. It’s much like that feeling in the morning if you were to wake up to a whole free keg of beer, or that distinct feeling of winning the lottery after losing your job, or maybe much like the feeling of waking up in bed to see a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader making you breakfast in bed.
It is also much like the feeling of any “holiday” that we go through in life, and their daily rituals. I’m not talking about celebrating the holiday itself per se. I’m talking about getting ready for it the day after it’s over. Because, let’s face it. Us as a society has come to that. But only in football…ONLY in football is that alright by my standards. Our wives and female companions (and if you’re a female fan, sometimes male companions will complain and strife. It’s alright folks we’re one nation here) may complain because we sit in that certain recliner wearing the same decked out team gear in July after the draft when Pre-Season is already two months alright, but that’s fine by me. It’s football season come August. Much like the feeling that it’s Christmas in July. Which is ridiculous, but you get the point. If not, please consult your psychiatrist immediately.
The NFL season itself already kicked off this past week with the first game of the “season” (Which differs by anyone’s standards) which led to of course a sloppy game with Dallas beating Cincinnati, which by the way folks was not too shabby for me being a Dallas fan, I was practically joyful all day with relief. Football season is here, oh happy day. Some of my friends and “acquaintances”, because they’re that, not friends, already were on my case with text messages and private messages saying “YOU SEE! You may have beat Cincy, but you’re not going to the Super Bowl! Muhwahahaha!”
Seriously? You’re going to put more stake in a Pre-Season game rather than a regular season ticket? What kind of a fruit cake does that? That’s like going to Vegas and JUST because you win on a slot machine, you figure that you’ll pick up a hooker (Lets call her Little Bo Peep) and marry her, croon her with your $500,000 cash prize from Bally’s, and denounce your crappy 8 to 5 job at home because you’ve “struck it rich”. Chances are it wouldn’t last longer than 24 hours. And also the chances are that pretty much by the end of this “ordeal” you should not be allowed to procreate for the sake of society.
So back on topic, because I stray off topic at times because I like to rant (Ask my fiancé, she’ll vouch for this) Watching the Hall of Fame sure tickled my fancy. No I’m not talking about that, I’M TALKING ABOUT THE HAPPY SPOT. All sorts of thoughts were abounding in my mind. Such as “Who will replace Brett Favre if he retires?” “Will Indy rise again only to leave Manning with one more loss under his belt?” The thoughts are endless. Will Leinart follow in the footsteps of Warner? Will Big Ben get a big yellow school bus drunk on the way to Kentucky? Will Dallas step up their game and make an appearance to the Super Bowl? That’s the great thing about Football. You’re never….NEVER going to run out of topics with this sport because there’s always someone screwing something up, or blowing us away. All the way from the outstanding entrance to Miles Austin’s career, to Tom Brady’s last game of the previous season where, I’m pretty sure, that he went home and wore pink with lace to calm himself down.
So as we begin to “savor” the moment, and all rush out to Wal-Mart and other retail stores to stock up on supplies, and all the way from chips and soda, to those disposable diapers so we aren’t pulled away from the television, take a moment to savor it in, because in reality, Football season is the only “Holiday” worth getting ready for, before it comes. With new faces and line ups all the way from the reorganization of the Cleveland Browns for the 150th time, to asking ourselves if Brett Favre will come back for another season before his second retirement and more, there’s only one thing to say with it comes to this time of year.
It’s Football Season.
By Justin Dombrowski, Contributing Writer
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