The Detroit Lions have Monday off of practice, so it’s time to end this thing.
For the past two months we’ve fought over the most immature of things and hacked a meaningless tournament. In a way, it’s been a perfect representation of the last six months. Desperate for any sense of normalcy, we’ve turned a little name bracket tournament into something much bigger. Some people have decided to bounce a ping pong ball off of pans, others have spent the better half of the summer developing their best phallic puns for a Detroit Lions nose tackle.