I can taste that first tailgate beer. I can feel the regret pulsing through my body as I text my bookie my picks for the 11 a.m. games. Luke Combs just dropped the absolute hot, hot fire.
Around this time of year, I get bored with everything going on in life and my state of mind shifts to the singular focus of football. The first games are still over a month away. Don’t care. My operating state is now angry redneck who lives for Saturdays and Sundays. It starts with the first hype video in the YouTube home feed algorithm and I ride the wave all the way through Super Bowl Sunday, until I am inevitably faced with the problems of real life yet again.
Luke Combs just ignited that feeling. Let’s go.