Dumbest 'hobby' ever?

Welp, folks, it is that time again. The temperatures are dropping, the leaves will soon start falling and, most important to me, football season is just around the corner.

Though I hate to see summer go, the promise of pigskin makes the proposition palatable. The sound of the Mustang’s cleats clippity clopping down South Seventh on Friday nights starts the weekend off right. The Griz galloping onto the field while the band strikes into Up with Montana on Saturdays marks midway of my three-day football fancy. Sunday is for professionals and my Oakland Raiders punctuate my gridiron gala �...