after a minute, a (minute) return
My new favorite thing for my cold-addled brain: the NFL Red Zone television channel. It's a (mostly) real-time highlight program that runs Sundays when most of the US football happensno commercials, not too many breaks, just one event after another, flipping from game to game to game to game. I'm sure this was initially conceived for the football superfan who wanted a way to watch every single game at the same time; that sure isn't me, but I love it anyway. I don't dislike football in some faggy, NPR-listening, stereotypical fashion, I just don't care (plus it normally competes for attention with hockey, so it's straight up doomed in my world). Hell, I played football back in elementary school, but that's about where my interest (and understanding) stopped. Play action? Backfield motion? Don't know; don't care.
But the Red Zone channel, ooh. It's the shiniest object. The distillation of all the games to flickering episodes strips everything down to the most basic win/lose/"oh no!" elements, and makes for some near-hallucinatory confusion about who's playing whom because I'm not really paying attention, especially when there are three different games showing at the same time. Football heads for Calvinball territory. Pour that shit into my head, yes please.
Or maybe it's the cold.
But the Red Zone channel, ooh. It's the shiniest object. The distillation of all the games to flickering episodes strips everything down to the most basic win/lose/"oh no!" elements, and makes for some near-hallucinatory confusion about who's playing whom because I'm not really paying attention, especially when there are three different games showing at the same time. Football heads for Calvinball territory. Pour that shit into my head, yes please.
Or maybe it's the cold.