Only 30 hours and 59 minutes remain until The Game. By this time tomorrow I'll be calling for the local team to win the big game by at least 24 points.
In the meantime, Black Friday reminds me not to have a kid. One moment you're pumping hundreds of adorable photos through social media, the next a stranger chokes you out on a Wal-Mart toy aisle floor in a video uploaded to WorldStar and shared 10,000 times because people revile poor folks.
I don't know how people weather it. Whitney asked me to go Black Friday shopping on Thanksgiving night, and that should be illegal because it projects to "Black Week" by 2030, where the viral fight videos will be annual Hunger Games.