Time is a difficult concept. On the one hand, it’s fixed and rigid, a finely measured, Morgan Freeman-narrated countdown to our utter and final oblivion; on the other hand, it feels like I’ve got way too much of it right now, almost like time wasn’t an arrow but an unmeasurable amorphous glob of viscous, vibrating goo. And I’m stuck hip deep in it.
Well, it’s three days later and I still can’t believe it. My pigskin heroes, the New England Patriots, are going to the Super Bowl.
My pigskin mind is boggled.
The New England Patriots are going to the Super Bowl. Again.
"The future's uncertain and the end is always near."
The Doors, Roadhouse Blues
How many timelines are there in the pigskin multiverse and how can I avoid the timeline where Jarrett Stidham turns out to be the best-kept secret in the history of all sports for all time?
I've always believed that real life is not like the movies and now I can only hope I was right about that. Because you just know Jacob Elordi is playing Jarrett Stidham in the movie version of the 2025 NFL Playoffs.
Rock Fight.
I guess that's pretty much NFL playoff football. A battle of attrition. Trench warfare. Twelve rounds of haymakers and eight counts. All that matters is surviving.
