Another NFL season has passed. The emptiness felt by many of us football fans is not asymptomatic. We experience painful withdrawal symptoms, which are exacerbated by pathetic bouts of denial.
For us, the countdown to the NFL season begins two seconds after the Super Bowl ends.
Unfortunately, all other sports are a weak substitute for our passion, our addiction.
Our anxiety is calmed only when we realize that the NFL Draft is a couple months away and training camps open only a few months after that.
To football junkies, football's appeal is intrinsic—no explanation for its hold on us is needed and none is expected. However, for the non-fan (a poor, confused soul), our absolute, inexplicable devotion to football demands rationalization.
The benighted non-football fan needs a primer to illuminate the beauty and appeal of game.
Offering one may ultimately prove fruitless, like trying to arouse wonderment of Vivaldi in a deaf monkey, but I do it as a charitable act for the betterment of humanity.