Ah yes, the first Sunday after the Super Bowl. For 23 weeks straight, we’ve punched in at the content factory like clockwork for a few hours of mindless entertainment each weekend – whether we were watching actually good sports, celebrating our Italian (American) heritage, or enjoying the free word association beat-style poetry of Tony Romo.
But today, after finishing up our trips to the farmer’s market and walking our dogs, there is a Scott Hanson shaped hole in the middle of our afternoon. At least four long hours to fill, and the knowledge that there will be many more such Sundays to slog through in the months to come. (For The Love does not acknowledge the existence of the newly formed UFL).
This weekend, the other shoe finally drops. We’ve felt it coming for some time now. The first day back to work after Christmas and New Years is a shock to the system, yes, but at least playoff football is around the corner – hell, that is right in the middle of Bowl Season if you are into that kind of thing.
For The Love 