For the Lions? It’s almost time. It’s time to get excited. It’s time to argue with your uncle about the quarterback.
It’s the time when a bunch of grown men in helmets chase a weird brown ball. It’s the time you forget about your taxes.
Here is my final answer: The Lions game starts at the moment you turn on the TV. Or the moment you walk into the bar. Or the moment you hear that first roar.
Just don’t ask a fan in Detroit. They’ll say, "It’s always 4:00 PM somewhere in Honolulu." Then they’ll cry. Then you’ll hug. And then the kickoff happens.
Set your alarm. Check your time zone. Say a prayer to the football gods. And remember: The Lions will be late. But you’ll be ready.
