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Will I Be Eating Crow?

I've always loved the smack talking of being a sports fan. Part of the fun of the games is being able to root for your team while making those around you endure a good natured ribbing. I've always been very vocal about "fans" showing up during the playoffs and then starting the trash talk. I'm in it until the end. No matter where my team's place in the standings. With all that being said, yesterday was a tough one.

Yesterday was one of the first times in a very long time, I had nobody to watch the games with. The opening week of football and I had little or no interest. I watched exactly six plays between 1pm and 7pm and felt like I'd redeem myself as a fan at 8:30, when my Denver Broncos kicked off the season. The problem was, I still really didn't care. My team, if there are no major injuries, are a shoe in for the playoffs and many experts feel, a return trip to the Super Bowl. After last years defeat, I just want to get back. Unlike the uncertainty other fans might feel, I'm immune to that, which also makes me immune to the excitement. This combined with my current location, equals boredom.

Let's face it, professional North American football is a boring sport. It's become nothing more than runs up the middle and dump passes and even though my team does that better than anyone else, I still long for the days of scrambling quarterbacks and a 1,200 yard rusher being an enigma. Those days are long gone. So is my passion.

So let's get to the point. Why would I eat crow? At halftime my team was ahead by more than two touchdowns and I fell asleep. My last post on social media was mentioning how unstoppable they were. When I awoke at 12:45, I attempted to go back to sleep. I laid in bed, thinking about my financial woes, a female friend from my past and present and the sun soaked day I'd wasted between an awful tennis match and not much else. Then it clicked that nearly every first week game had a huge turnaround. It made me start to really wonder. I decided to come upstairs and write this before looking at the score, with thoughts in my head.

Did my team continue it's dominance and win by four or five touchdowns?
Did they squeak by, letting their opponent back in?
Did they blow it?
Were there any major injuries that could ruin the season?
Are my social media pages littered with praise?
Or are they filled with abuse?
I don't know and won't until I publish this blog. I can only hope for the best, but the reality is, while I do hope they crushed their opponents, I don't care like in years past. Too much on my plate lately to care about sports and if you know me, that's a large plate to fill.

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