I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it must be like for NFL players during the dog days of summer to have to give up their lives of luxury when they arrive at training camp.
In some ways, all of us can relate to such a drastic change in schedule, because when we were kids, come the first week of September we had to trade in the halcyon days of summer when we never had to wear wristwatches in favor of returning to the highly regimented daily grind of the school year.
For many of us —- summer brought such freedom and joy —- while September brought such entrapment and, at times, the burden of inescapable pain.