Wake up way too early, especially if it’s opening day, because I can’t sleep, too excited.
Walk over to the closet and figure out which jersey I’m putting on, put it on while the wife picks out hers, then put jerseys on the kids and the Rottweiler and German Shepard.
Then it’s cooking up those star and helmet shaped pancakes, a raw egg omelette for the dogs, while listening to ESPN radio on the amazon echo and watching the pregame shows on mute.
We usually don’t play at noon, so that means either putting ribs on or making meatballs while watching the early games and playing with the kids. Beer may also be drunk.