Bathe me up in light. Call me when you drown. On Sunday, it’s 3:05 p.m. football in golden Denver light. I can hear the leaves crunch through the television, hidden behind the “OOO3333eeeeAAAhhhhOOaarrGGGHHH, I DON’T KNOW JEEEEms” coming from Tony Romo and the funeral cadence of Jim Nantz. The sky is bright and blue. I’m nostalgic for 2012.
I’ll be watching this one somewhere. I don’t know where. I got a brother and best friend in town. Their plans involving me will revolve around watching this game somewhere at 3:05 p.m. From there, I don’t care. I’m just so happy my headaches and weak body have evolved into a scratchy cigarette throat.
Anyways, those are my plans. What about you? What do you have going on? Are you going up to Denver to see your old pal Case Keenum and to dip into one of those Denver stores to have a self-induced panic attack? Are you opening up the garage and sucking in this November light? Will you be doing rails of pumpkin spice? Or is there a particular spot you are heading to so you can enjoy some of the fun early games going on before the Texans kick off?
Whatever your plans, let us know in the Comments. If you’re still trying to figure out what you’re going to do, or if you’ll be a stranger in a strange land looking for somewhere to catch the game, pose any queries here; someone might have a suggestion for you. Similarly, if you’ve got a worthy spot staked out somewhere and want to clue fellow Texans fans in to it, please divulge that information in the Comments as well.