I know in my heart of hearts that I have been inflicted.
Or is that infected?
Maybe it’s both.
My diagnosis will be confirmed no later than Friday, Feb. 19.
No, I am NOT referring to COVID-19.
It’s much worse than that.
There is NO known vaccine.
It targets males more than females.
It has no racial or age bias.
It can usually takes several months to recover.
Catching it one year does not provide immunity for the next years.
The Super Bowl and the GOAT have come and gone, again.
Suddenly, Sunday afternoons and evenings have open time blocks.
The same for Monday and Thursday nights.
That’s over 15 hours per week of TBA scheduling of prime TV couch time!
Yes, I know I have it again.
There’s just no getting around it.
Now I have too much free time on game days.
No scintillating water cooler or bar talk before and after the games.
No reason to call your bookie for the latest odds.
No good excuse to yell and scream at the TV.
It’s the dreaded PFSD: Post Football Stress Disorder.
Geez, what’s a fanatic football fan to do??
If any readers have instant cures for PFSD, please share.
THIS ARTICLE WAS PUBLISHED IN THE February 12 ISSUE OF FOCUS SB - THE INQUISITOR.