... one week out of every year, somewhere between week four and ten of the NFL season, I find myself wallowing in sorrow and despair.  It never fails.

I always spend countless weeks perfecting the art of the game day ritual, scrutinizing over the piece of clothing to be anointed as this year's lucky relic, fixating over the preparation and timing of the refreshments, organizing the day's responsibilities around the exact moment of kick off, meticulously managing the people with whom I watch the game, so as not to pollute the viewing experience.

I think you get the idea.  It's a painstaking and delicate process.

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