It’s the day after Thanksgiving.
You’re feeling bloated.
Did you really need to watch the Detroit Lions sacrifice their holiday like turkeys, as they have every year since 1934, with a break only for World War II?
Did you find yourself tuning in to college football and hockey games purely out of a TV habit, hypnotized by the scrolling shorthand at the bottom of the screen? Which was more on your mind: Sweet potatoes or sweet speculation on who might be the next general manager of the Dolphins?
Perhaps now — with the smell of microwaved gravy in the air — is the time to cut some of those empty sports calories. Time for a garage sale of our junky sports culture.
We live in a country of supersized sports saturation. Here are some healthy steps toward reducing athletic excess:
March Madness hardly needed more Cinderellas but invited them anyway, forcing us to submit our office pool brackets earlier. Tennis players’ offseason lasts as long as a changeover. Major League Baseball’s generosity toward the also-rans is part of the reason the Boston Red Sox beards were so luxuriant.
The NFL, which has brilliantly monopolized most of the year with its Combine, draft and training camp sideshows, will inevitably expand to 18 games. Do yourself (and your family) a favor: If you’re thinking of hosting an OTA party, seek therapy.