Like Poncho, I will probably start the day early with some walleye fishing. It's starting to cool down up this way, so I think I'll probably troll some crankbaits for a while... I don't know. I'll be listening to some sports radio while I do it, and the fever will be rising.
By noon, I'll be home, eating some lunch and deflecting my wife's glare (She hates the start of football season... but she usually accepts it, and gets into it by October. I just have to make it through these first few games), and probably seeing what other games are on. I'll pretend to care about the Big 10 for a while (it's what we have here... and nobody realizes it sucks), and eventually watch the games with my eyes closed. At about 4 or so I'll wake up, pee, and get my game gear on. Then, at about 5:00 or 5:30, I'll hop in the car and head to Joe Senser's in Bloomington to join the Red Masses for the game. I'll scream my guts out for a while ("Run, Joey, run!"), drink some beers, eat some wings and a cheeseburger (extra bacon, y'all), and go home satisfied. My wife, being the good sport she is (and recognizing that I spent all of this weekend cleaning the basement), will probably drive.
I had my first football dream last night... The Big Red rolled to a 58-14 victory. Joe and Marlon lit it up like a Christmas tree. Then, me and this blond from the liquor store... well... I won't go into it. Suffice it to say, we all won.