My penchant for play has been relatively well documented. I'm 23, still love a rousing game of Risk, watch professional wrestling, and throw Kerouac and Simone around the same exact way parents throw their kids and freak me out.
This weekend, if you've been living under a rock, is the Super Bowl, which I think I can write without getting sued. We'll see.
Anyway, as part of the Alex-Risk-Wrestling-Ker-Si Spirit of Play, you should pick a team and scream your lungs out. In your living room. Go ahead. Act a fool. It's good for you.
