This is the time of year to be thankful for the things we have in life; things like our families, our health, our unnatural ability to play Yankee Doodle on the armpit.
But in terms of our football watching preference, brothers and sisters, we are indeed blessed. We have weathered the storm, scavenged our way through the football wasteland, and come through to the promised land.
Okay, maybe not the promised land, but the promise of the promised land.
Is it nonsense? Probably. That’s not my problem anymore, it’s in the past.
Where was I?