For some reason, I always try to think if there is anything bad about football season. There's the Dolphins. There's my consistently-in-first-place fantasy team. There's no more baseball (not to me, anyway). When you force yourself to dig deeper, however, there is one con that comes along with the plethora of pros. Sunday fever.Sunday's are so fun, so exhilarating, so perfect, that they make all the other days of the week seem a little less appealing. That's not to say they're bad, as I still get to play for my own football team throughout the week and watch college football on Saturday. But the stretch between Monday and Saturday during NFL season typically seems like a 6-day countdown period on my inner calendar.
Every Sunday, a bunch of my friends come over to watch the NFL. My house has DIRECTV's Sunday NFL Ticket, granting us access to every game, every Sunday. The NFL on Sunday to us is like candy on Halloween to the normal American child. We live for it. We have one game on in the den, another on in the playroom, and others being followed closely on our laptops. (As the host, and therefore remote control user, I have the constant struggle of keeping everyone happy.)
There is always trash talk about who's beating who in fantasy and whose favorite NFL team sucks the most. There's nonstop cheering, like when Calvin Johnson comes down with a spectacular catch in the end-zone, and there's disgust that follows when the ref proclaims he never controlled the ball.
Every Sunday is an event. From 1-11:30 there is NFL football. If only the other days of the week could be like that...
-Robby
-Robby
