While football players spent last Sunday running around a rectangle, I, like millions of Floridians, spent the majority of the day huddled in a corner, knees to my chest, head in my hands, fearing the wrath of a hurricane.
Once I emerged from my anxiety-induced psychosis sometime early Monday morning, I tried to catch up on all things NFL. As I scanned the Week 1 box scores, I started shaking.
Brian Hoyer. Josh McCown. Tom Savage. Scott Tolzien. Mike Glennon.
What the hell happened over the weekend? Where did all of the starting quarterbacks go? Did they see the Hurricane Irma reports and out of an abundance of caution evacuate the country?