When I was younger, I used to watch football on TV every Sunday. We planned "the game" into our schedule like it was a holy ritual, with chips and soda our sacrament. When the season was over, we didn't know what to do with that extra day in the week. It was like being released from a religious vow.
Last month, I had the opportunity to watch the New England Patriots kick some football butt on TV. It was the first time in a long while since I'd done that, and it filled me with nostalgia, making me realize how much I miss the whole Sunday ritual.
However, it didn't take long before I noticed some interesting parallels between a game of football and writing.
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