PRESEASON WEEK THREE PREVIEW SPECTACU—oh, whatever.

This weekend marks Week 3 of the NFL Preseason, which as ESPN and sports talk radio will constantly remind you is the first meaningful slate of games of the season as the starters oftentimes play deeper into the second half and the playbooks are more compl—BORING.

Preseason football sucks, regardless of what week it is. The only thing separating it from watching the kids on your block play with a Nerf ball is that you deal with less judgmental glares from those around you as you watch it. Note that I said less, not none. You should be judged if you are excited to watch these games.



That bit of business out of the way, let's get PUMPED for the first annual JT O Sullivan Lives Preseason Week Three Preview Spectacular! Let the "games" begin!

The Worst We Have to Offer

Football is back, and once again I spend my weekends staring at a TV screen, watching people I only vaguely care about deliver head and neck injuries to their colleagues in the interest of advancing an oblong spheroid across an imaginary plane. This probably says something quite damning about my morals and character, but this is the culture in which I was raised and I shall likely continue to do so as long as I live in the Land of the Free.

I enjoy this all for some perverse reason, but it always makes me feel slightly gross at the same time. Nothing, though, makes me feel grosser than those uncomfortable times before and between actual football games. The networks that profit from this whole professional football thing place a handful of former gridiron tradesmen together at a table, place one slick TV 'personality' to their left, and leave them to talk about weekly goings on for hours at a time. I attempt to watch these displays in the interest of becoming better 'informed' about something that my brain already wastes entirely too much energy on, but they always make me feel bad about myself, my country, and my species. A sticky, gritty feeling starts brewing in my stomach, as if I had just taken one rather large lick of the floor of a New York City subway car.