If only today were Groundhog Day, the movie, then the NFL season would not have to end. Ever. We could live the season, over and over again.
Alas, it’s the saddest day of the year. It comes every year, no matter what. Sure, over time I’ve learned to brace myself for it, rationalize it to myself. I mean, my team’s season’s been over for a long time (it’s been a tough run for us Redskins fans!), so it’s not like this day is any different. But it is.
The day after the Super Bowl.
Win or loss – it’s over. And it’s over for a very long time. The adrenaline is gone. The excitement is gone. The media hype has stopped. There’s nothing … until (gulp!) pre-season.
It’s just you and the never-ending offseason.
How many days until the NFL kicks off? Frankly, I don’t have the heart to count.
As one friend joked via email: What are you going to do on Sundays now without football?
It’s just you and and me, friend, looking into the abyss.