And just like that, no-football-depression has begun to sink in. It’s weird how quickly the disorder takes over. Just a few days ago, I was watching the Super Bowl. Today, I’ve suffered the shakes, loss of appetite and irritability. Well, maybe that was because I skipped breakfast. Either way, I miss football already! My life is meaningless without it.
I should really consider getting some type of job within the industry. Coincidentally, my boss knows the Editor-in-Chief of Patriots Football Weekly very well. He hid his business card from me, but I found it in a pile of old copy. Imagine, doing the exact thing I do now, except I work for the Patriots and Robert Kraft signs my paycheck. Fashionistas dream of working for Vogue. Here I am, yearning for a job at a small weekly publication revolved around the Patriots. I don’t want free tickets, or free autographs. All I want is to get paid for something I truly love.
I should write this down on my “must-try” list.