The Sports Broadcasting Act of 1961.

The copy editors were the first to go at every publication.

The season started on Wednesday because they wanted that game in Melbourne and Thursday (here) was the only day they could play it without violating a law that protects high school and college games.

And money.

Yes. But the player in the photo, whoever he is, wearing a Cincinnati Bengals uniform.

Most of the time, the crowd has sounded like the crowd in a video game instead of real people.

My screen when I opened Netflix had a huge screen promoting it.

When my dad turned his TV on, we had to scroll down two rows and it was a small box.

Same house about 30 minutes apart.

Also, my picture is clear and his has been pixelated several times.

The sound is butt on both TVs.

I wouldn't watch the Jets-Titans game. And I'm a Titans fan.

It's fine on my TV but pixelated in Dad's office. Same house.

The sound, however, is weird. It's like they're using the mikes from my high school classes in the mid-80s.

Central time is perfect. Nothing's too late or too early.

The FCC doesn't have any jurisdiction over streaming.

Nope. Even if two west coast teams are at home at night, their games start at around 5 p.m. local because the East Coast matters more in TV ratings.

The space on the sides is pretty much was what I expected. The space behind each end zone is still more than I thought it would be ... somehow, even though I watch AFL.

The law was made so that the NFL could negotiate TV contracts collectively without violating anti-trust laws. The protection for college and high school was written in to that act.

Before that CBS had to negotiate with each NFL team individually and some years they didn't get every team's rights.

Sending ExxonMobil and Walmart into bankruptcy to own the libs.

The war is only over when he says it's over. Until the next day when he denies that the war he's denying is a war is over.

My mom called me before I made it home because she couldn't understand what I said.

She brought food from the party for me and my nephew, who was glad that he decided not to go. Then she went back.

I'm stewing in the living room right now.

Fuck politics. Politics ruin things.

I walked by my mom and my Aunt Deb.

My mom doesn't really get along with Deb. She'd rather not be at this thing, but she goes for my dad. And she gets along with Aunt Barb and Uncle Darrell.

My mom asks me, "Where are you going?"

And I shot back, "Mr. Asshole wants to talk about politics."

My thoughts immediately went to "people are going to argue and it's going to ruin things."

I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to listen to people praise and bash other people.

This "conversation" wasn't going to go well.

So I walked out.

My house is three houses north of my aunt's.