This honeymoon is lasting forever. Can I get back to watching sports please?
CAGLIARI, SARDINIA—This honeymoon is lasting forever. Can I get back to watching sports soon, please?
I promised I wouldn’t write any dispatches these last four weeks, while I was off in B.C. getting married and then traipsing across Italy with my new wife, Mlle. Trotter.
But then, the NFL season kicked off Sunday, so I was just going to jot down my predicted order of finish in each division, partly because I haven’t done a lick of research or paid any attention to the off-season moves (Brett Favre is still retired, right?); and partly because this is still my honeymoon, at least until I arrive home in Paris and can finally use the interweb again. It takes brevity to make a marriage last, after all.
But then the Mlle., who adores football (a big reason I married her) and who still hasn’t decided whether she’s changing her name to Mme. Trotter in this space (unlikely—she thinks “Madame” makes her sound old, and she didn’t change her actual name either, much to my grandmother’s passive-aggressive consternation), played the “half card.” As in, “half of what’s yours is now mine, including the digital soapbox The Walrus so foolishly provides you.”
So I’ll do my “what I did on my summer vacation” report once everything is unpacked, but for the time being, here are my predicted orders of finish for the 2008 NFL season, and Mlle. Trotter’s team-by-team analysis. Think of her as the Tony Kornheiser of this column’s Monday Night Football booth: all irrelevant commentary and virtually no substance (too bad she doesn’t have a fantasy team to talk about). (more…)