A nation of football fans watched for three hours Thursday night as the NFL released its tinfoil-clad 2020 schedule in the midst of a global pandemic whose own timetable remains unknown, unpredictable and leak proof.
Yes, even the NFL has a higher power it can't control. Try as it might.
The, um, excitement officially started at 7 p.m. local time. For those who couldn't wait, the trickling in of BREAKING NEWS!! began much earlier.
In less contagious times, this ballyhooed day and all its over-caffeinated accessories were useful for Vikings fans and Twin Cities media looking to get the draw on the price gougers who rule over the Kingdom of Green Bay's hotels and airspace.
Pull the online trigger first and reasonable passage and lodging back east can be had. Blink twice and the bounty becomes three of your finest offspring for two nights and one performance by Sir Aaron of Brown County.
Go ahead and book early if you want. Just make sure to read those COVID-19 refund policies real closely.
Be wary of that 256-game schedule. The Sept. 10 start date. The Feb. 7 Super Bowl in Tom Brady's new backyard. The bye weeks. All those prime-time must-see games as Brady marches toward a seventh Super Bowl ring … or pratfalls like a 43-year-old sporting a new team, virtually no real offseason and the formidable jinx that comes with being a preseason media darling.
When the NFL went ahead with free agency, that was OK. Throwing around bundles of cash while turning one team's trash into another team's treasure does not require being within 6 feet of anyone else.