As the eternal six-month-on/six-month-off cycle reaches day one of another “on” period, there is much rejoycing in the Briston household.
Yes, I know we’re still 32 days away from any of it counting, but I care not – tonight, I’ll be in front of my TV, and I will be watching NFL football. Life…is good.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
When the Eagles are losing
And everyone’s boozing and having a beeeeeeer
It’s the most wonderful time of the year!
It’s the hap-happiest season of all
With those pickoffs for touchdowns and putting some brats down
When friends come to call
It’s the hap-happiest season of all!*
You’re closer to your season than I am to mine - just over 2 months before training camp starts and I get to hear the sound of skates on ice and pucks bouncing off the boards…
They play the Ravens this Friday at 8:00. I assume Fox will televise it live in your area, but I’ll have to wait until the NFL Network shows it at 1:00 on Saturday.
In between NYC and Boston, I get local games for three teams. So this Friday night I’m going to bask in the goodness of three simultaneous games:
7:30pm, ch 2: Jets vs Bucs
8:00pm, ch 3: Pats vs Falcons
8:00pm, ch 4: Giants vs Ravens
Now that’s the way to kick off preseason. I purposely skipped the game last night; the first action I’ll see will be an overdose, and will involve teams I actually care about. (Or at least am interested in watching, ala Ron Mexico and the vaunted 1-read “passing” attack.)
Sigh…I recently moved. I was equidistant from both NY and Philly, so I was getting both feeds. Now I’m much closer to Philly – the local cable feed doesn’t cover NY.
Going to be a lot of Sundays spent visiting my in-laws this autumn.
In the middle of the 2002 season, I moved from halfway between Baltimore and Washington to Reno, Nevada. The NFL considers Reno a part of the Bay Area market, so I get the 49ers and Raiders games. In 2002, the Raiders went to the super bowl, where they were dismantled by Gruden’s Bucs. Since then, my two “home teams” have gone a combined 26-70. I’ve almost forgotten what it fels like to watch a good football game in the comfort of your own home.
I spend a lot of Sunday afternoons in sports books.