It's Friday. It's August. It's 92 degrees. Sounds like the perfect time for football. Not the real football, of course. That will come later when it cools down to 80 degrees. For now, we all have to settle for the pre-season variety; the inferior product for which those poor season ticket holders have to pay full price.Those of us without that kind of expendable cash, the ones forced to observe the mayhem on our 52 inch flat-screens, know we're the lucky ones. We watch the first quarter, check out the play of our first-string heroes and get on with our lives. We know pre-season is a joke; a tease designed to whet our appetite for the real thing. We know those four games are nothing more than the last stand for third-string players trying make the team. We can't get too excited about a win and we shouldn't get too unhappy about a loss. If our team's star players make it through the four games without injury, it's time to break out the champagne.
But then, there's the third game. That's the one, the only one, that means something. The starters play at least through the first half, often through the third quarter. You start to see a glimmer (coaches, especially our lovable Bears coach, don't like to tip their hand too much) of what your team is going to look like come opening day. It's exciting, it's fascinating, it's worth watching, and if your team is playing the defending Super Bowl Champions, it's a little bit scary.
Tonight, is that night.
Sorry, Say Yes to the Dress. You will just have to wait. Tonight, Randy and the girls are heading straight to the DVR. For this one and only Friday, Lovie and the boys need my complete attention. As far as I'm concerned, there's only one good thing about the end of summer - the start of football. So, I'm going to pick up a pizza, slip on my Bears t-shirt and try not to get too excited about this very intriguing season.
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