Report from the Sideline

After the Super Bowl I fell into a rut. Like most people I became nauseated at the constant lock out/no lock out back and forth between players and owners. The Super Bowl high wore off rather quickly for me and after much time at webmd.com I admittedly diagnosed myself with PSBSD. Post Super Bowl Stress Disorder. Seemed to be the most likely culprit for my lack of energy, the huge sense of longing that filled me on a nearly daily basis. I mean, what else in life could be so important as to cause a major shift in my entire being? I started to care less about things. I began showing up later and later to work. Would still put in a full day’s work, but dragging myself out of bed became harder and harder. I stopped searching for fun new Packers videos on YouTube. I used to come home from work, flip on SportsCenter, and search the internet for gossip, news, anything worthy enough to put in print. Now I was coming home from work and sleeping. Sleeping constantly. I also found myself rathe...