It’s the worst part of being a die hard fan.

We wait months for this. Months of terrible player rankings, garbage news stories on slow days, constant back and forth speculation on which teams are ready, player arrests, power rankings, holdouts, tales of training camp, sadness, loneliness, despair. We trudge through. And then, the Hall of Fame game. Quite possibly the worst excuse for a football game since the pro bowl.

and yet we all tune in. We all start to watch it. We all sit there and hope that maybe, just maybe, this year it might be interesting. Many of us perish before the 2nd quarter even hits. We turn away, we find productive things to do, this game is not worth our time.

One week left, till real preseason. Maybe that will be better.

It won’t.