Roughly four years ago on a Sunday night in August, the first Overreaction Monday was born. It was an illegitimate child of several ranting satirical pieces I’d seen over the years on Every Day Should Be Saturday and the regular Monday morning water cooler talk heard for as long as I could remember. It was supposed to be somewhere between venting as a fan and mocking the Monday morning quarterbacks who take it upon themselves to second-guess everything from play calls to QB reads and missed blocks.
Somewhere along the way, I got old. I had kids, bought a house, moved up the corporate ladder (Ok, more like got onto the first step of the kiddie stool) and slowly turned into my parents.