What we are entering into after February 9th is the most depressing part of the year for me…

There are people out in the world who suffer from seasonal depression that starts once the weather turns cold and the sun sets at 5:00PM. I don’t want to make light of that…

But…

I suffer from seasonal sports depression… And that starts as soon as the clock hits zero at the end of the Superbowl. 

I’ve gone through this seasonal sports depression for years… dating back to when I was in high school in 2005.

It is this time of year where I’m not really sure what to do with my sports life.

I don’t watch Basketball…(Side note: The only Basketball I do watch is during the March Madness NCAA Tournament and that is only for gambling purposes)

I am not fully committed to Hockey…

Baseball doesn’t start until the end of March…

The Masters is not until April…

You see, since August 24th, 2024 I have dedicated time out of my life to Football Season. EVERY Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Thursday. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year. 

Water cooler talk with co-workers, Fantasy Football, and Gambling (responsibly).

I watched every Alabama game…every Carolina Panthers game…Games that include teams that I have ZERO allegiances to. Hell, I even watched some Cowboy games (hoping and praying for a loss). 

After February 9th, 2025… 

It. Is. Gone.

Football Season will be over. 

Who could possibly find joy in this depressive state that I will find myself in?…

My wife…

I must say, she does understand my love for football season. For instance…

Back in November, the family planned an event that took place at the same time as the Iron Bowl (Alabama vs. the other school in Alabama (auburn). She let the family know (before I could) that I would not be joining this family outing.

She gets it…

With that said, she also finds joy in the fact that Football season is over. I have no more excuses. The living room television is not on sports. The dishes get done faster. The laundry gets folded quicker…

She has her husband back…

Does it get better for me?… Yes.

Will I survive?… Yes. I’ve survived the past 20 years.

It doesn’t last long.

I am ready for Baseball and Golf.

Most important…

There are only 208 days left until the 2025 Football Season.

-Matt Webb

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