Sitting in my last-minute hotel room on a colder-than-I-like Saturday afternoon, I find myself alone with the Chiefs/Texans game on.
I planned on a quiet weekend at home catching up on local sports briefs, news, working on a few grants, and figuring out how to navigate this crazy business. My daughter was back for a wedding in Iowa City and she’s battling a wicked flu, but won’t give up the festivities. Kids.
So I’m listening to Joe Buck and Troy Aikman call the game and thinking about muting it again. These two were abysmal last week. Typically I’m okay with both, but last week with Sam Darnold, being, well – a Darnold, I was a little more frustrated than usual…