During football season, Sundays became my detox day. When I physically couldn't immerse myself in a myriad of texts, I plopped on the couch with the only thing that's been there for me my whole life - my boob tube.
When I was plagued with those post-game 14-hour hangovers I watched a ton of TV. It was really the only thing I could do when my head was throbbing from the 46,000 Miller Lights I drank before, during and after the Badger game.
If I consciously decided to be a hermit the entire Sunday, I was aware that nothing good was going to be on TV because it wasn't a Thursday and I couldn't look at Pam and Jim - JAM - hold hands on The Office.""
So, I watched a lot of reality trash and it slowly eroded any of my remaining brain cells. But at least these shows were slightly entertaining - ""Flavor of Love 2
