My husband is getting antsy. It's August, you know. August means football. The SI Fantasy Football guide arrived last week, which is not to imply that he hasn't already been "scouting." This week, while he is sadly out of town, the College Football Preview arrived. There is nothing quite as thrilling to M as the impending arrival of the gridiron. He's even crazy excited about Dickson County football. We'll be picking up our season tickets on Friday, and he'll be ordering Vanderbilt season tickets when he gets home. I think he'll feel like a more complete person once he has both season tickets in his possession.
Anyway, I, too am excited about football season. However, I am in denial about FAVRE. Brett Favre is not a NY Jet. He is a Green Bay Packer. I am not happy. Not happy at all. I just wanted him to retire and get into a little broadcasting so I could occasionally drool over him in all his salt-and-pepper glory. It's not to be, however, and I fear that he just won't know when to let go like so many great athletes before him.
I'm out. Happy Thursday, peeps.