There’s nothing worse than the late offseason. That time from the end of July to mid-August when you can smell the football cooking in the kitchen, but you know it’s not going to be ready for another few hours. At this point, you start looking around at the other people in the room, wondering who you could get away with killing and eating. You’re hungry, but so are they.
This leads to picking fights on Twitter about hypothetical games that never happened, and probably never will (sorry). Some get into politics because a peaceful life is just too damn much for humans.