I won’t stand for too much enthusiasm. Seems such a waste of energy. But then football season rolls around again, and my pulse quickens. Love is like that.
For a moment, we can forget that life itself is often third and long … that the mortgage is due, that the college fund is piddling, or that the dog has run off with the cat. Football is the national aspirin — not a cure, but a buzzy balm.
In no time, football turns all other sports into niche activities. It may one day surpass sex as the national pastime.