I know exactly how I hope Wednesday's NFL regular-season opener at MetLife Stadium will go. I want the New York Giants to start by pounding the ball on the ground, getting at least one rushing touchdown, hopefully by Ahmad Bradshaw. I want the Giants to be up by, say, 14 points at half so the Dallas Cowboys are forced to pass the ball in the second half. I want Tony Romo to throw at least three touchdown passes in the game, preferably to Miles Austin, so my fantasy team can get double the points.
One thing I do not care about: who wins.
I am not a sports gambler. I do not care about the point spread. I am neither a Giants fan nor a Cowboys fan; in fact, I rather dislike both franchises, the Cowboys for its decade of domination and the Giants for being New Yorkers. And I do not even particularly care about the game's implications in the NFC East division race.
I am your stereotypical NFL fantasy team owner. This is the type of fandom that has overtaken the NFL in the past ...