(I want to make an extremely obvious note before this goes any further that this is 100% comedic in intent)
It is Sunday September the 12th in the year of our Lord 2021. The NFL is officially all the way back. It's time to wear out the hole in your couch some more as up watch damn near 12 hours of football.
Unless you have a girlfriend.
The sun is shining, it's a perfect 72 degrees here in Maryland and I've got my beer, snacks and remote ready to go. Only one problem. There's this voice coming from a different room saying there are a bunch of open houses that can be visited today. Who in the world could that be?
Oh yeah... I have a girlfriend (sick brag, Sean). Kinda hard to remember that on these fall Sundays. She wants to go look out houses? On today of all days? Doesn't she know it's a national holiday? Don't the people hosting these open houses know it's a national holiday?
They must be at the bar watching the games while they're out of the house. You know, I hear all the time how we men don't have our priorities straight, but I dunno, catching opening kickoff of Redzone seems pretty clear to me. It's a tradition unlike any other.
Well gents, pour one out for me and all of our brethren who attached themselves to a significant other that Cover 2 means splitting up who looks at which house.
A happy football season to all.. except cowboy fans. Yall can kick rocks.
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