Maybe if we had jerseys.

Half the people I know seem to be big football fans. I envy the excitement they feel when football season starts, and their sense of anticipation getting ready for Sunday. Most of their spouses understand that Sunday afternoon is sacrosanct and that the fans in the house will be parked on the couch in front of the TV and not to be disturbed.

All week long I’ve been looking forward to being parked on the couch Sunday afternoon, doing nothing but watching TV and messing around on the web. Somehow this does not carry the same weight.