I love the Mets. And I love fantasy baseball. And there's nothing like heading out to the ballpark on a warm summer night. Well, except for anything related to the NFL. In all honesty, I've heard enough about baseball being America's "national pastime", because it just blatantly isn't. As much excitement as there is at the beginning of April, it doesn't begin to rival the hysteria of an upcoming NFL season.
The difference, for me, between the NFL and the MLB, is that I'm interested in the NFL year-round, whereas baseball is only relevant during the season. And while it is physically impossible to watch a live NFL game in July, the next best thing is thinking about it.
It should go without saying that I have already purchased the ESPN Fantasy Football Preview Magazine -- I actually ordered it online before it was even available in stores. My parents continuously say that reading about the NFL in July won't help the outcome of your team in September. But they don't realize that I don't read the magazine for the purpose of helping my fantasy team. I read about the NFL because it makes me happy to think about it. Why limit the best thing in the world to 17 Sundays a year?
I recently told my brother Matt that I think about new Dolphin receiver Brandon Marshall literally every single day of my life. And it's true. And I'm not ashamed at all. Because as I sit here on the couch and watch Mike Pelfrey get shelled for the 7th straight time, and as I realize that the Mets are falling down the standings faster than LeBron's popularity ratings, I know that the grind of baseball will soon be replaced by the fun of the NFL.
Opening night is 52 days away. And I'll probably read at least one NFL article each of those days. I'll definitely be thinking about BMarsh at least 52 times. Because it's never too early to look forward to America's true pastime.
- Robby
- Robby
