I am such an unabashed football fan. Every August I begin watching the pre-season and paying attention to the analysts and preparing for my Fantasy Football draft. I sign up for 2-3 Pick 'Em Leagues. I monitor the players for the Broncos, noting who is coming and going and what the team is doing in general. I practice talking trash. I made my predictions. If I can, I order NFL Sunday Ticket so I don't have to miss a minute of any game all day.
The one thing I'm not thrilled about is the narrative the Media always forces onto the season. Brett Favre is trying for one more Championship before he retires. Peyton Manning wants to capture the magic again. Tom Brady is the NFL Golden Boy. The Giants always get a lot of attention because they're a New York team, and the Cowboys get attention because they're "America's Team" (blech), and there's always a handful of teams that are almost the elite, but manage to fail pretty much every year. Then of course, there's my Broncos. If I wrote about the pain they've caused me over the past two seasons, this blog would be very long, indeed. But, suffice it to say, I'm never going to forgive them for firing Jake "The Snake" Plummer.
I think it's practically a given that the Patriots are going to win on Sunday. I think either way it's going to be a historical game. Either the Patriots will be crowned one of the best teams in NFL history (if the the best), or the Giants will be the biggest spoiler in NFL history.
Either way, I can't wait for next August. My Broncos sucked this season, but there's always next year, right? That's the best part of being a football fan. That eternal hope that even an insane head coach can't quite beat out of you.