By DJ Pigg
It. Is. Here.
Two words. Four syllables. Football Season. It is the black hole that men fall into for six months out of the year. It is a time when grown men become boys as they cheer on their favorite teams or the teams they have put money on.
Ladies… forget it. He’s not taking the trash out, you should have asked Friday evening. Don’t think about touching the remote, for it is the wand they he may use to cast this magical time upon the TV. All you have to do to avoid commotion is let him be, or if you want to go the extra mile, get invested with him. Cheer with him. Buy in. Get chips. Get dip. Get beer and brats, because football, beer, and brats go together for football fans like fall and pumpkin spiced lattes go together for millennials in cardigans.
Friends become brothers during this great season (until their favorite teams play each other, of course). The camaraderie intensifies and we get to live our glory days vicariously through the amateur and professional athletes whether we played football under the Friday Night Lights or not.
College Football Saturdays and NFL Sundays provide an every weekend affair for football fans similar to the first two days of March Madness. Trying to keep up with as many games as you can at the same time nearly demands a Picture-in-Picture or multiple TV screens in the room. If there isn’t a designated “Football Fort” or “Man-Cave” in your household, then you’re not doing football season right.
For our non-football fans… please bear with us through the exhilarations and heartaches for the next several months. Prepare yourselves for “instant classics”, constant replays, and weekly inquiries of “Did you see the game this weekend?”. It’s the most wonderful time of the year, fear not, for football season is here.
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