The basketball players of the NFL have all gone home now. They have taken the sprinters and the dancers and the video gamers with them.
Now, it is time for the tough guys to take over.
It happens. Every few seasons, there is an offense that has so much sizzle, so much flash, that it fools you into thinking that defenses have no chance. It scores fast, and it scores often, and you suspect it has found a shortcut to the end zone.
Then the playoffs come along, and once again, football is raw and brutal, and it feels like 1958 all over again.
It feels like the Giants, who sent Aaron Rodgers and all his numbers packing.
It feels like the 49ers, who sent Drew Brees and all his records on his way.