The boss rides you all week at work. The wife won’t stop giving you an earful at home. The kids are always chirping for cash. And finally, on Sunday — your day! — you schlep all the way out to MetLife, pay an arm and a leg for parking, practically have to take out a second mortgage just to afford a cold one, and watch the Dolphins — the Dolphins! — parade up and down the field like they’re the greatest freakin’ show on turf.
Oy. What a circus.