The Gravitational Pigskin Force is Strong to Quite Strong

For the past few years, I’ve felt like a junkie whose condition is worsening. Maybe it’s been influenced by the Mets late-season collapses or, in the case of this season, lack of competitiveness. Perhaps it’s the consequence of a decade now of the 9-not-close-to-5 and the dulling effects of routine. It could be less free time and more “grown-up” obligations. Whatever the reason, or combinations thereof, I find myself jonesin’ for pigskin entertainment earlier and earlier each season. The urges are powerful.

It’s to the point now where I NEED the season to start. This summer I’ve watched more preseason football than I can ever remember. Tonight, the Jets and Giants square off and the Mrs. and I (she a devoted Big Blue backer and me a moronic fanatic of the green slime) are having an in-apartment tailgate party. Money hors d’ oeuvres, a little homemade pizza, some brewskies (me) and a little wine (her). I couldn’t be more fired up. I’ll probably even have the Chargers on jump – just because the only thing better than football is more football.

Kickoff can’t come soon enough. Let’s do this.