I delude myself every year into thinking I will be fine, that I'll approach the game for pure enjoyment and root for my team and not let it make/wreck my day/week. Completely delusional. I am spot on until the day of the first game of the season, and am calm until about an hour beforehand. Then I start doing things like trim a shrub that doesn't need it, move the dining room table a quarter of an inch so it's just right, then move it back, take the 1/10th-filled trash out, rake the marble pebbles that make up my driveway, then 15 minutes before kickoff I'm in front of the TV in full wackjob mode. Can't sit, can't stand, breathing escalates, pupils dilated above my eyebrows, pacing around the coffee table. Rinse, repeat until the season is over.
What's your deal?
What's your deal?