I woke up. I staggered through a Sunday. I went to bed.

It was a Sunday without football.

I went to my son’s club baseball tournament. Came home and made some lunch. Ran to the grocery store. Took the dogs to the park.

Football wasn’t on.

Not knowing what else to do…..not having anything else to do, I started doing lawn work. I pulled weeds. Trimmed bushes.  Re-familiarized myself with the leaf blower.  I was far, far too productive.

Where is my football?

Normally the week off between the conference championships is a nuisance and nothing more. A reminder of the boredom that awaits you after the Super Bowl. But now with the Arizona Cardinals in the Super Bowl, this two week layoff between games feels like a lot more than a nuisance.

It’s a buzz kill. It slows down the train. I bet the Cardinals desperately wanted to play yesterday. Wanted to keep it going, don’t stop, don’t slow down and don’t let anything interrupt this special, magical run. Don’t lose that precious momentum.

Instead, Uncle Mo took the weekend off. I hope he comes back next Sunday.

Remember the Colorado Rockies in 2007? They won 14 of 15 to close the regular season. Swept the Phillies, swept the D-backs, and then……stopped.  Didn’t play a game for 9 days.  And they were promptly shown the door by the Red Sox. And though it took them a while to own up to it, eventually the players acknowledged that the layoff killed them. Uncle Mo cleaned out his locker in the Rockies clubhouse and never came back.

I know baseball is far more routine oriented than football – they play every day – but wouldn’t you have felt more comfortable with a game on Sunday?

I hope that Uncle Mo is still on the roster 6 days from now.

On Sunday’s, we usually set up a blanket on the floor in front of the TV and have a picnic. Yesterday we ate on the dining room table.

I hate the dining room.