Dear NFL,
So all my friends said I shouldn’t reach out to you. It’s over, you broke up with me, you moved out.
Back here in St. Louis, I do all the things someone dumped does: obsessively check your Instagram photos, look at who you’re friending on Facebook, hope that none of my friends in LA see you pop up on the dating app Tinder (here’s hoping you stick to the sweep right and not the swipe right).
But as this 2016 season gets going this weekend, it makes me miss you even more, you minx, you.