Pre-Season? snore . . .

So my faithful followers (hello, you two!) may be wondering why I haven't posted about the preseason yet. I'm wondering about that myself. I used to love the preseason, and strongly objected to plans to limit it - I need to see the players in a low-stakes situation and decide who I liked and why.

Or so I thought.

But the two games so far just looked like sloppy practice sessions. Is it just me, or has the purpose and tone of the preseason changed?

And last night I had to put up with Chris Collingsworth. Sorry, Steelers, love you like brothers, but if I have to listen to his drivel to watch you . . .  Well, you know I'll always watch, but I can't promise I won't throw things at the television.

Last night was a new experience for me - I watched the game alone. I'm staying with a friend who was sick and went to bed early, so it was just me, the TV, and Chris - oh, never mind. This was a stark contrast to last week's game, which I watched with a bunch of rowdy friends and could hardly concentrate on the game at all. Of course, with that game, it was ok to miss huge chunks . . .

So I have no insightful comments. I think the Steelers totally rock and should be able to take it all, but I'm looking forward to real games, not scrimmages in disguise.

Meanwhile, it was the first day of classes. A student asked if it would hurt his grade if he wasn't a Steeler fan. I asked him who he rooted for: the Ravens. I took my pen and my tablet and wrote a giant F on the pad and showed it to him.

Really? The Ravens?

Sigh. Today's youth . . .