I see from looking at my nonexistent recent posts that football has interfered with my ability and ambition to write coherent English. Life is like that. It used to be that there was only six hours of football on Saturday, six hours of football on Sunday, and maybe a decent game on Monday night if you were lucky. Now it's up to 10 hours on both days of the weekend, so you really don't have time for anything else. (Assuming that you have any aspirations toward personal hygiene.)
I'm sure it's a vast single-wing conspiracy to corrupt the American male. If so, it's successful. If you have a TV that you can see from your bed, there's no reason other than food or bathroom breaks to ever rise from rest for the whole weekend. If you are lucky enough to have an understanding wife and a bedpan, you won't have to get up at all. --gk
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