I never noticed it when we lived in New York City, because there were just too many people living too many different kinds of lives.
But out here in Colorado—where it’s a little more mono- and a lot less multi-cultural—I notice it:
A lot of people disappear on Sundays in the fall.
I offer that with some qualifications, of course.
Supermarket? Ghost town. Hiking trail? Quiet. Museum? Empty.
Sports bar? Well, yeah. That place is lousy with people watching football.
Too often, my own mental model of not being an NFL fan has a negative aspect: I don’t play fantasy football, I can’t participate in water cooler conversation about the Broncos, some male friendships seem more difficult without football.
But how about those Sundays when so many Americans sideline themselves in front of the TV? Here’s to that positive aspect of my non-fandom.
Taylor Coe 