August is my least favorite month of the year. When the Detroit Lions start training camp every summer, I'm immediately juiced by the fact that the regular season is just around the corner. Then, I look at the calendar, realize that said "corner" is actually about six weeks long, and try to temper my excitement. I do not succeed. As a result, the ensuing weeks turn into the mental equivalent of pacing around an empty room--starved for football, brimming with energy, but lacking any real outlet for it. So, I watch the Matthew Stafford mic'd up clip against the Cleveland Browns three times a day.
Things of that nature: The Gates-less Chargers
