I spent the last two weeks combining my apartment and my fiancee’s apartment into one, just so I could be prepared for Week One of the NFL season. I sat around waiting on the DirecTV guy for four long hours just to be told, immediately, that the satellite dish wouldn’t work on my balcony. While he was discussing the finer points of the southern sky, I had a terrible realization: I’m about to spend the next 17 Sundays with Ryan Fitzpatrick and Tony Romo, and the occasional Drew Brees sprinkled in just to taunt me. Mind you, I am a Miami fan, so it’s not like I’m used to excellent quarterbacking, but this is ‘Murika. I expect freedom!
After a bottle of bourbon and a good night’s sleep, I started trying to make the best of the situation. When life gives you Cleo Lemon, you make lemonade. I thought back to my own words about being stuck watching teams that you’re not interested in, and I realized that I get the pleasure of watching Watt and Clowney terrorize the league. I can see if my boy Anthony Hitchens can become a starting LB in Big D, while also laughing as Romo throws yet another pick to Antrel Rolle or DeAngelo Hall. And if I want to watch some offense, there’s always NFL RedZone.
So once again, that’s the beauty of IDP leagues. Even when you have a balcony that is apparently facing the wrong direction, you still don’t need to feel compelled to jump off it.
Please, blog, may I have some more?