It’s been just over four weeks now and, I have to admit that, at my ripe old age of 71 I didn’t expect to still feel somewhat of a post-championship buzz at this point.  But I think it illustrates how being a passionate fan of a team elicits child-like feelings of joy—and I am saying that in a positive way.  

I mean, have you ever jumped up and down—screaming or shouting—at work with pure excitement the way I imagine you did when you watched Jack and his forever play of the sack, scoop, and score?  

I have watched so many of the highlights from all four playoff games and, at least to this point, it has not gotten old.

I think this could very well last until the season opener against Texas.