***** the NFL.
I look forward to a solid excuse to drink on Thursday nights. When my wife says “why are you watching this game?” I always have “well, if so-and-so team beats the jerk-offs, we have a better shot at the playoffs.” She allows it with a side eye towards my alcoholism, understanding she married into this sickness of being a Bills fan.
So here I am tonight, trying to answer the same question, apparently hoping for a tie, and while she’s no rhodes scholar of football, she does have an MBA, and I think she’s on to me... and on the phone with the group that will be my intervention.