It's the time of year where I should be getting pumped about the upcoming NFL season. However, that is not the case right now. I can't fully explain it but I'll try anyway. Whether it is the fact that my team (the Colts) has been taken out in awful fashion two consecutive campaigns by the team who is dangerously close to usurping New England as my least favorite NFL team, the San Diego Chargers.
It could also be that the league has finally reached a breaking point when it comes to my dedication to viewing/caring about it. Sundays used to be joyous occasions where me and my fellow football fanatics would down two dollar drafts and get everybody in the place to love the garbage we were spewing or at least want to put their fists through our skulls. I can't remember the last time I took a full Sunday to soak in a complete day's worth of action.
It could also be that there are other things on my plate. European soccer is days away and the Dodgers are prime time players in baseball. I'm usually disillusioned by the MLB by this juncture because I am surrounded by the constant dick measuring contest between Red Sox Nation and the Yankee Universe (honestly, what are you the WWE?). Although the Hollywood Dodgers have come back to Earth from where they were pre-All Star break, I have something to keep my attention other than how many carries Donald Brown is getting in preseason tune-ups. European soccer has caught my eye over the past few years and is something I have become quite passionate about. It's not for everyone, especially in Westerly, but I dig it.
It could also be that it just hasn't started yet and once I make that first fantasy football trade or see that first Joseph Addai fumble that the NFL makes a roaring charge back into my life. Only time will tell. It's just not that time yet.
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