Champions?

How did I feel that Sunday night after the champions had been chosen and the big game was set? Kind of empty, really, and I wondered if not caring about the Super Bowl for once was like finding out that Santa Claus was really your parents. I still like Halloween.
Anyway, at the moment I'm in Atlanta and will spend at least one more winter here which will test my endurance but I can handle a little gloom to weigh against a beautiful spring day or the sound of thunder in the summer which is a the thing I will miss colossally when I go west to make a fortune and find my fool's gold but I will meditate for good will towards my fellow man because Playboy says there's a study about monks that do just that and they are scientifically measured to be the happiest people in the world so I'll give it a try to keep the balance in my favor which seems silly, like trying to get a bigger pint of Guiness than the one next door even though a pint's a pint and balance is balance so you take the Coke with the pepsi (intentionally left uncapped).