The Miller commercial has really hit the nail on the head, at least when it comes to the going on in Arkansassy: it's the most wonderful time of the year.
It's football season.
Every January, I weep when college football has finished. I'm able to pull myself out of the trenches with the thought that I still have about a month left of NFL football. And then once mid-February has come and gone, I'm desperate. I'm not a huge NBA fan, but I clench to that until I can hit March Madness, and by the end of that season, we're into spring training, which can glide me happily until about July.
By that time, though, I've started feeling twitchy for football.
I don't deny that I am, by all stretches of the imagination, obsessed with football. Most extra specially college football. This is like my Christmas Eve, the last little bit of darkness before dawn.
I'm dramatic. Whatever. The point is that it's my favorite time of year. I've written about my rabid fandom before, so I won't rehash it all, except to say that it's football time in Oklahoma (and Arkansas).
(and woo pig)