The NFL season is far too similar to Christopher Walken's role in Pulp Fiction. It shows up, makes us all happy for a bit, and then disappears just as quickly as it arrives. You enjoy the ride while it lasts, but the end just refuses to chill out for a bit.
While we're not quite in the "watch hidden in hiney" portion of Walken's monologue, we're already pretty deep. Entering Week 5 of the NFL season, we're a quarter of the way done with the fantasy-relevant portion of the schedule. I'm not saying that I'm shedding tears yet, but the ducts are starting to swell a bit.