People talk about dog years, or leap years, but time never drags quite like the months between football seasons. Grown men wander around shoe shops on Saturday afternoons, totally lost and alone. People aren’t sure whether they should be punching each other in the face or not during evenings out, so nights on the town are just one awkward stand off after another.
Thank the sweet baby Moses, then, for our great pals over at Chickendinner. They’ve decided to hell with all this waiting around stuff, and have kicked off the football betting season already. Click the links below for a world of informative fun.