Good luck finding someone as interested as I am in every minor machination the NFL offers. Conflicting schematics altered in real time, played out on the field by the world’s best athletes in spectacular crashes of humanity. That said, the quality of those Christmas Day games was worse than my in-laws’ baked ziti. Yuck. The worst.
Here’s an idea. Maybe rather than risking player health and product quality by forcing ridiculous schedule turnarounds, we enjoy a holiday without football for once.