There are few things worse than an off week as a fan. Just when your college football juices start flowing steadily, the leaves are browning outside, and you break out the Fireball to generously pour into your apple cider, you hit that dreaded “open week” on the ‘ole schedule.
Generally speaking, the feeling ain’t that far off than when you have to pinch off a strong piss midstream. But I will say, God could not have handcrafted a better Saturday to be forced to pay attention to the rest of the …