Week Two of the Hangover, and I have to come clean.
I was an NFL refugee on Sunday. I did not have the opportunity to ignore all duties, domestic and sanitary, to enjoy my DirecTV Sunday Ticket. I did not even get the Meat Sweats.
(Quick side note: We'll address your responses to the Meat Sweat Issue later in the column. Suffice to say, you sickos know whereof you speak. I'm proud of you.)
I was at the Ryder Cup over the weekend. And, while it was tremendous stuff, it just ...Read full story