Blechh, this is how we have to start the season? I probably won't even watch one quarter [Friday note: turns out I didn't watch a second, I don't believe that has ever happened before with the first game of the season, so that might be a good sign]. Long gone are the days of two fantasy football teams and all day Sunday marathons beginning with Chris Berman on ESPN and ending with the old (more competent) ESPN crew. May the Giants and Redskins choke on each other’s overrated cum. I have nothing to look forward to this season, maybe the Bills, maybe. It sucks when you don't have much hope for your own teams, and the teams you viscerally hate are poised to have a decent season. After February's sham crowning of a mediocre team, I seriously considered giving up football for the first time in probably 20 years, but just as any addict would with their drug of choice, I began to get that craving for sport around late July, as I do every year. Then I started reasoning with myself about why I shouldn't cancel the NFL package. I still have not canceled the NHL package either, and I am still waffling on it. The Rangers are going to be great this year, the Sharks have a shot at exceeding last year’s success if the retooled team can come out of the starting gate ready to take over the mantel in the West. I just love my guys, I feel like I'm giving up on them. It's a cyclical trap I'm fully aware of. I do have a few weeks to make a decision.
I actually have a good feeling about Sunday, which I'm actively trying to ignore. My instincts have generally been so off lately, I simply have no confidence in my intuition at all any more. All I know is I will feel normal again on Sunday, and will be ecstatic the first day that it doesn't get above 69 degrees. Fuck, I hate the summer.
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