Football is one of life’s mysteries for me. Despite a lifetime of passing television screens where blockish humanoids coalesce and separate against a green background, I can’t get past my shallow impression of huddle and muddle.

However, this has given me at least a rudimentary understanding of the game. I know, for example, the NFL generates serious money, media prestige, and religious fervor for some. I can even contribute a modest sound bite of relevant trivia: Did you know that Paul McCartney owns the rights to sell sheet music for a bunch of college fight songs? Including “On Wisconsin!”? How’s that for obscurity?

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