For the past three weeks my life has been wrapped up in football thinking. I’ve been reading NFL Previews, an almanac, gearing up for fantasy football drafts that have left me tired and bored and hungover for the rest of my life, making .gifs not .jifs, and ignoring everything else I should be doing. The pursuit of this monomaniacal obsession has left my brain swirling, like a snowglobe, but instead of little dandruff flakes reverberating around the Empire State building, it’s a bunch of little thoughts and nuggets. I won’t keep them to myself. I got somethings to tell you.