These Wretched Games We Play

    Well damn . This is set up to be one hell of a humdinger.  I'm not gonna pretend to be unbiased, leave that to the scientists to grapple with in futility. This is sports , where we can live out the darkest latent impulses of tribalism permanently lurking in the recesses of the human soul, all through the vicarious spectacle of sweaty millionaires injuring each other over a piece of leather.  Is there anything better than that? Clearly yes, because if you followed football you'd be reading something else. Apparently, your fall/winter Sundays don't revolve around the "Gameous Gumptions of Gridiron Grabbies". I find that non-football fans devote these Sundays to one of the "3 G's": God, video Gaming, or G-Other Pursuits Entirely. Whatever the case, you're stuck watching this Orgy of Yardage at the behest of family, friends and food.  I'm here to provide a lil context to the event. Hopefully this makes it a bit more barrable to watch; maybe y