Gameweek. What Up.

It's the most wonderful time of the year,

the scalpers are selling,

and everyone's yelling,

so be of good cheer,

it's the most wonderful time of the year.

It's the hap-happiest season of all,

girls in sundresses,

no troubles unless

we happen to lose

it's the hap-happiest season of all...

There'll be weenies for roasting,

and tailgates for hosting,

and everyone goes;

there'll be lots of old stories

and tales of the glories of

championships long, long ago...

It's the most wonderful time of the year

there'll be much whistleblowing,

and running and throwing,

and plenty of beer,

it's the most wonderful time of the year....

There'll be lots of concussions,

and players on crutches,

but come rain or snow

we'll pack the stands

with cold drinks in our hands,

and let everyone know,

It's the most wonderful time of the yearrrrrrrrr!

Just 72 hours 'til my favorite day of the year. Picture a sea of orange, with beautiful women in sundresses everywhere--tiger paws painted on their cheeks. Somewhere, off in the distance, the marching band plays. Mimosas and Bloody Marys flow by morning, followed by beer pong and meat, stuffed with meat, wrapped in meat for lunch. 80,000+ fans rocking Death Valley, capped by a night of activities you'll barely remember. Ahh, kickoff Saturday...I'm SO glad you're back.