Its that Time Again

I hate football season. I wish it did not exist. There is nothing good about it. Its one Saturdays. Its on Sundays. Its on Monday nights. Later in the season it gets moved to Thursdays as well. And of course there is the Fantasy Football League. I mean, first its the live draft which means that time has to be taken to study the players and determine who has the most probable outcome of doing well. Then they actually do the draft, which means they must have an entire day of conversations about it. Then the season starts. Every weekend before the games start, they have to make sure that their team is the best it can be. Perhaps some trading happens which also includes boring conversations about it. Where is the nearest handgun? Somebody must be shot. Then after the last player on their team plays, the scores must be tallied to see if they have won. Depending on the outcome, a week of gloating or pouting is followed. And then it starts over. What can be more exciting? Oh, I know. I know. Paint drying. Cats licking themselves. A sleeping dog. A sleeping baby. Grass growing. When will it end? I think in late January or early February. Oh, goodie, goodie gumdrops! 5 months of fun. Oh, how excited am I? Seriously, where is that gun?