My boss asked me to find out how a normal person watches the NFL. I spent 22 years guiding planes through thunderstorms. This was harder.
This week’s football is spread across six TV channels and four streaming apps. Netflix is waiting for the holidays. That’s ten places to check for one hobby.
Where is the game? Ten places to check: six TV channels and four streaming apps. One hobby.
I made a plan. Thursday: one app. Sunday morning: a different channel. Sunday afternoon: two more networks, depending on where you live. Sunday night: another app. Monday: another channel. By Monday I’d been asked for my password six times. I remembered it zero times.
If your team plays out of town, there’s Sunday Ticket. It costs a few hundred bucks. This week, a report said the league might break it into even more pieces someday. More pieces. Great.
No new apps can take off until the old ones land.
I asked a league spokesperson for a comment. He said “engagement” four times and walked out through a wall.
Cliché counter this week: “Your playbook,” once. “Don’t forget to add that subscription,” once. Times I yelled “Say that again?” at my TV: eleven.
So I’m doing what I did in the tower when things got bad. No new apps can take off until the old ones land. That’s the rule now.
My boss read this and asked if I could make it a 9-second video with a siren.
Nope.
Anyway.