If you live in Michigan, the game feels like it should be at 3:30 p.m. sharp, because that’s when the sun hits the stadium just right. But the TV networks have other plans. They’re like that friend who shows up to a party three hours late and says, “Oh, I started another podcast.”
So you’ll see a 12:00 p.m. kickoff and think, “Noon? That’s when I’m supposed to be eating cereal, not screaming at a TV.” Or you’ll get a 7:30 p.m. start, and suddenly, your entire day is a waiting game. You pace around the house, check the clock, and even organize your spice rack out of sheer nervous energy.
It’s like trying to schedule a dentist appointment with a celebrity. The game will happen when it wants to happen, and you just have to buckle up.
The Family Drama Factor
Knowing the time isn’t just for you; it’s for everyone. Your mom texts, “Is the game on at 3?” Your cousin asks, “Can we watch at your place?” And your neighbor, who doesn’t even like football, knocks on your door at 4 p.m. and says, “Is the game still on? My dog got scared by a firework.”
You become the unofficial Michigan game scheduler. You’re the human version of ESPN, but without the salary or the cool graphics. You’ll repeat the time so many times that by kickoff, you’ll be hoarse from talking, not cheering.
And let’s be honest: no matter what time it is, someone will get it wrong. Uncle Joe will show up at 1 p.m. for a 3:30 game, eat all the chips, and then complain that the game is “too loud.” Classic Uncle Joe.
