Oh glory be, glory be. Football is back and I feel like the happiest groundhog in the world, popping my head out of my hole (easy now) to see that sports winter is over. The greatest appitizer in the world lay before us, only to be outdone Sunday by an unimaginable feast so glorious that we know we are surely not worthy. So blessed we are.
I think, therefore I am. I think fantasy, therefore I am unreal?