I can already see my Sundays shaping up pretty much like this:
1) Wake up around noon, call some buds, get my mind right and ride out to Cowbell's.
2) Order 20 wings in four or five different combinations, along with two pitchers of beer.
3) Watch NFL football for hours, talk fantasy smack, and order more wings and beer.
4) Take note of a slim fantasy lead in the one league with all my friends as the afternoon games wind down.
5) Enjoy Sunday Night Football with a bottle of whiskey and a ride out to The Pony... John Madden, Al Michaels, and Destiny... (not fate but the stripper).
6) Laugh at Madden's doodles and toss a few bills on the stage.
7) Secure lead well enough to not have to worry about Monday Night's game.
8) Celebrate said Fantasy victory with a trip to the VIP room.
9) Make my way home where I vomit violently for thirty minutes, say 'hello again' to chicken, beer, and whiskey.
10) Pass out with ease thanks to the sweet smell of perfume all over my face.
Lookin' forward to it.