Ten Things I Liked About Week 3 In The NFL

I’m back to being a football man. I’m no longer walking around the neighborhood and looking at the pink bursting Crape Myrtle trees that make me think about a pinata I busted opened at birthday party I went to when I was nine years old and the curtains that used to hang across the Alamodome. No, I’m no longer thinking about the connection of images to verify meaning, and looking up words, and exploring the boundaries past the fences of my mind. My heart is in a mason jar. I haven’t picked up a book in two weeks. This brain is folded around zone coverages, hurdles over defenders, crossing routes, and my heart, my heart is devastated by what has happened to Juli’en Davenport and Martinas Rankin, not by what I think of when I drink beet juice and run and smell Sunday night’s trash while listening to Never Hungover Again.