September 11, 2011
RedZone sucks up my whole Sunday.
But sometimes that's exactly what I want.
My newly retired father had never seen RedZone.
We started at 10am and snacked our way to 2:30pm. Halfway through our second container of hummus, Dad looks up and says "Whoa! What time is it?!?"
Remember Dad, there are no commercials. You can watch every touchdown, as it happens, for six straight hours.
I think I created a monster.
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