"Scientists announced today that they have discovered a cure for apathy. However, they claim no one has shown the slightest interest in it." Grge Car

This year feels a little different than last year. I don’t think it’s my age, but it could be. Some things haven’t changed, and others have. It’s a peculiar sensation nonetheless. Kind of like when I climbed the rope in gym class. No not really, but still uneasy.
I’m not so excited about this football season. In the past I couldn’t wait. I would read the news every day. Many a moment you could catch me stealing a glimpse at my cell phone to check out the NFL updates. This feeling is not dissimilar to the feeling a male has toward romance after a few years of marriage. (joke) But I am really not too hopeful about the NFL season. An array of reasons comes to mind. The free agent musical chairs, the disillusion of “Spy-gate”, the year after year disappointment in Charlotte, and the general malaise that comes over after watching run after run and interception after interception.
When you couple all of that with the unimportance this season seems to carry for me with ubiquitous political coverage, and economic anxiety that seems to affect everything. Is it just me, or a bunch of adults playing a game making an exorbitant amount of money frustrating to those of us trying to make ends meet hard to swallow?
I guess I’m just growing old and the little kid inside of me is dying a quick and sudden death. Hopefully this season will do for me, like the seasons they depict in film have done for others. Like the Marshall Herd team overcoming a season where the entire football team was killed in a plane crash. (A much more serious situation, but powerful) Maybe a better example would be the exploits of James J Braddock “The Cinderella Man” who provided an escapist fantasy of epic proportions of the classic underdog knocking the establishment right in the nose. Well, this is pretty lame because my troubles are so much more trivial than mortality and the depression. I guess I’m just more and more frustrated by the commercialism, prima donnas, and contract disputes that have become the narrative all off season. I’ll probably get over it. . .
Here’ my predictions:
· Jake Delhomme will be a (not the) league leader in interceptions
· The Panthers will have a string of injuries
· Fans like me will cry for the back up to play, and he will probably suck (i.e. Carr, and Weinke)



So if my prophecy comes true, I will have regained that School Girl excitement when the Panthers hopefully sign my favorite coach of all time. Bill “The Chin” Cowher!