Finally!

MVP, AFC, NFC, PAC10, TD! HDTV!! FUMMMMMMMBLE!!! Monday nights, Thursday nights, Husky Saturday, and all...day...Sunday. There's so much promise in the air. Everyone's healthy, everyone's hungry; the players for glory and me for nachos and cat naps.

It's just the best pastime. Period. In every way. The ultimate combination of decision making, brute force, and shit talking. A placid pace but with spontaneous break away plays. Player qualities span the spectrum of pure athleticism, humor, and varying levels of intelligence. And as an added bonus, the linemen are really, really fat.

I didn't notice how therapeutic and necessary it was to scream at my TV in excess, until I got to do it again. I honestly don't know how I get by functioning in society without it. Three cheers for football fun and the return of my sanity!

Random football thought vomit:
Randy Moss IS an alien. John Gruden is the literal antonym for stoic. I hate Keyshawn Johnson. And Kurt Warner. And Kurt Warner's dyke wife. Stiff arm rules. Tiki Barber is attractive, and Ronde Barber is not. That must suck for him. At least the Manning brothers are both ugly. NFL Blitz 2000 never gets old. Jerramy Stevens, you're a huge, terribly spelled, douchebag. Clipping is underrated. Martin Gramatica makes my heart smile. This changed my life.

- Brought to you by my Sunday uniform.