Typically, I relish an assignment.
It might be a Monday night game at Arrowhead Stadium, or a Thursday night affair at Lambeau Field. It could be breaking down the upcoming free-agent class or a historical project that took almost seven months to complete.
Point is, I’m flexible and a lover of all things football. I’d like to think I’m a good hang, as the kids say.
But this is too far. My editor made me watch the 2024 NFL Pro Bowl in search of winners and losers.
In the morning, I went to my church and lit every candle for my soul. In the early afternoon, I ate two gallons of ice cream trying to dull the coming pain. Nothing worked (well, the candles might work; that’s for the future to decide).
Yet, for now, here I am. The ultimate team player stuck with an assignment designed to break my will.
Let’s get into this embarrassment.
