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Ah…the playoffs are here.  If you have to ask, “What playoffs?”  Then today’s blog is probably not going to interest you.  I’m talking about that gridiron competition that combines polished athleticism with “in your face” primordial aggression. I’m talking…professional football, where strategy and tactics play as big of a role in achieving victory as payrolls and benefit packages.

This is the time of year when even the spouses allow us to yell and jump around the flat screen televisions as though we truly had something at stake.  What they don’t understand is we do.  We pick a team at the beginning of every season and then we stand by that team at all costs.  Sure we may complain about them now and then, we definitely know we could coach better then the knucklehead on the field, if we could only get the chance, but more importantly our personal reputation is on the line.  So yes, we do have something at stake.

Then there are those of us who are truly blessed.  We have wives or girlfriends who are as every bit interested in the game as we are and there is no “catch”.  They are not just pretending to like the sport in order to get us to go shopping with them at a later date.  They truly love the game and know just as much about the stats as anyone else in the room.  So for all you football fans out there all I can say is, “Good luck, enjoy the food tray, and see you at the Super Bowl…”