The Absolute Peak of Absurdity: 56 NFL Games? Really?
Seriously? Fifty-six? Someone actually managed to attend fifty-six National Football League games in a single season. Let that sink in for a moment. While the rest of us are struggling to decide between streaming two different shows and ordering pizza, this person is apparently living a life dedicated solely to overpriced hot dogs and questionable choreography performed by grown men in spandex.
I’m not even going to bother with the logistics here. The travel! The cost! The sheer volume of stadium seating youd have to endure! I picture them meticulously charting game schedules like some kind of obsessive-compulsive sports general, sacrificing any semblance of a normal life at the altar of… what? Slightly more aggressive tackling? A marginally better referee call?
It’s just… peak performative fandom. Like they needed to prove something. Look at me! they scream with every meticulously documented stadium selfie. “I am the ULTIMATE fan!” No, you are a financial anomaly and a testament to how far people will go for attention. Im sure their Instagram feed is just bursting with perfectly angled shots of end zones.
Honestly, I have more important things to do, like questioning my life choices while staring at a blank wall. Fifty-six games. The world truly has lost its mind.
