There was a great disturbance in the Force last weekend.  Throughout the nation faces were being painted, jerseys were taken out of closets and nacho platters were being sculpted.  Men and women gathered in front of TV screens the size of billboards to drink oceans of beer and scream at the top of their lungs at giant men colliding into each other.
    The NFL season had begun.
    Since I was a kid, the only professional sport I could really get into was football.  I always loved ...
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