It is time to break out the Green and Gold prayer beads again…

The smell of football is in the air. Sunday afternoon, attached to a barstool in a smoke filled sports bar, rooting for our favorite teams, play by play, win after win, to Detroit, home of Superbowl XL. From now until the beginning of February, we will breathe football, drink football, dream of our quarterback holding the Lombardi trophy covered in confetti. Our lives will be overwhelmed by the thought of 52 men we have never met fighting and bleeding over a brown piece of leather.

The next six months are my favorite time of the year. I already have my Brett Favre Jersey hanging up and ready to wear for their first preseason game. I signed up for my first fantasy football league and will soak up every little bit I can get on the Green Bay Packers and their opponents from the internet and ESPN radio. I will still go to work, do my job, come home, do everything a good little responsible person would do, but a little man in the back of my head keeps screaming, September 8th, September 8th. Opening Day. I will try my best to be rational, upstanding and to play it cool til February, but I can’t promise anything. The colder the weather gets, the more my brain is apt to freeze up and have minor aneurisms or flashing bouts of Tourrette’s syndrome. Although that only seems to happen when Brett Favre tosses the ball up in the air to an open cornerback.

My bags are packed and are sitting in the corner, waiting for the little yellow school bus to pick up that part of my rationale that takes a vacation when football season starts each year like a child going to camp, only to return in February, excited to be back, but already waiting for next year.

So, to my loyal readers, just remember, if you see me walking the streets in mid January mumbling to myself something along the lines of 4th and 26, 4th and 26, just remember, I will soon get over it and back to my day to day self. Just don’t mention football for a few weeks. I’ll be ok. I promise. And you know I’ll never let you down.

As always, if you want to drop me a line please send any fan/hate mail to DPlace76@yahoo.com, and be sure to read more of my rantings at www.livejournal.com/users/bigdpimpin.

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