THE 2018 NFL SEASON HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!
Farmer Fran is all of us right now, isn’t he?
I mean the unbridled, overwhelming sense of elation. Not being your own personal nipple clamp. Stay out of the gutter.
Full disclosure, I am honestly shocked I survived this long without meaningful NFL football in my life. Personally, I’ve been stretching out the high that is the Washington Capitals winning the Stanley Cup, in hopes to make it through a brutal summer by Uncle Pete’s Yardbirds, and into the wonderful world of penalty flags and end zone dances.