I realized this morning that toe meets leather for the first time this season for our Auburn Tigers in about 19 days. I did a quick forum(s) scan for breaking news and hot topics...which whet my appetite just enough to need to peek at the rag of a "paper" known as al.com.
As I caught up on the post-scrimmage reports and position evaluations, I started to get a little excited. There is a new coaching staff, some new faces at glamour positions; it's a motherfucking fresh start. I wanted to read more. I used to burn hours of my week reading multiple sports "news" sites to stay abreast of all the latest news. So I pointed my mouse to the address bar and...nothing. I got bupkus. I don't recall any of the names of those sites to which I gave so many of my clicks. I hadn't realized how detached from this game I've been. I watched casually last year, anomalous as it was, but I've been pretty unplugged since about the middle of the 2018 season. The depressing flop that was the inevitable result of running Kerryon into the dirt to end the 2017 season.
That period began a significant drop in my "giveadamn" about this sport. I lost the spirit for a 10-page argument over play-calling or -execution. Thankfully, Bruce Pearl gave me something to love and cheer on. I don't understand basketball as innately as football, though. I am coming to the game pretty late in life when you compare it to how I spent my formative years glued to the television watching Bo do Bo things. I love the excitement that Bruce is delivering, but it's not the deeply satisfying catharsis that football somehow provides.
So, I was blanking out on my football news-junkie routine when it hit me: there's a tropical storm headed directly for my house, we're seeing our deeply flawed foreign policy fail again on the world stage, there is bitter division in our country over something as simple as how to protect each other from catching a dangerous disease...and I was able to forget about every bit of that shit for half an hour or so while I ruminated on a game that I've abandoned after giving so much of my time, money and emotion to it. Politicize the sidelines, run PAC ads at every break, sit, kneel, stand on your head...but between the sidelines, with the clock running, none of that shit exists. Thank your preferred deity that football is back. I need a fucking break from reality.