It’s that wonderful time of the year again when father’s neglect their parenting duties for six hours on Sunday afternoons, plus Thursday nights, Monday nights … and depending on the late game, even Sunday nights. It’s time for beer, tailgating and gambling. I’m not sure I’ve yet to come down from the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history. Not because I remotely like the Patriots, it’s because I took the over.
Regardless of your pigskin rituals, I hope you at least keep your drinking hand protected better than Cleveland’s o-line protected their quarterbacks last year. Seriously, 66 sacks in the season. That’s over 4 sacks per game. Now, 4 beers per game? That’s another story. Cheers to football!