This Isn't SportsCenter
Repeated digs at the Redskins over the past few weeks probably have all three of my regular readers wondering how long it is before "Pro Football" gets added to "Physics, Politics, Pop Culture," kicking off some sort of "Nobody expects the Polish Inquisition!" moment, where I end up starting the whole blog over again. Or something.
Real sports cognoscenti, however, realize that the true role of NFL football is as a bridge between the long, dreary, watchable-sports-free months of the summer (aside from the occasional soccer or rugby telecast from overseas...), and the winter, when the real action is. Like the shortening of the day, the first blush of color in the leaves, and the unremittingly pissy weather in New England, the Monday night bellow of "Are you ready for some football?" and the reappearance of Tuesday Morning Quarterback are just markers to herald the arrival of fall, which is followed by winter, and winter, of course, means college hoops.
A mere matter of months, now. Fear the Turtle, and all that.
(Aside: Tom Izzo dropping from the ceiling dressed as Bruce Springsteen? Where's the streaming video, ESPN? You're letting us down, here...)
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