There is no sadder part of the calendar year than the stretch between mid June and mid July. Sure, it’s summer and the kids are out of school. The weather is generally nice—as long as you aren’t drowning in humidity. People are generally more pleasant during the early days of summer.
But it’s still hell, because there’s no hockey, there’s no basketball, and football players aren’t even practicing. This is literally the one time of year that the NFL doesn’t draw any news, because quite literally nothing is happening.
So for the past three years, we’ve tried—mostly unsuccessfully—to entertain you with a pointless tournament sure to make 80 percent of you shrug your shoulders and the remaining 20 percent get unreasonably angry over something that doesn’t matter (but actually means EVERYTHING).