by Dana Greene

I'll admit it. I need my football fix. Now. Watching last night's paint-drying contest (AKA the Major League All-Star Game), confirmed it for me. Not even an improbable 9th inning comeback by the National League could get my blood pumping. I mean Tony La Russa obviously didn't care either, seeing how he kept his own best player, Albert Pujols, on the bench. But don't get me wrong, once the pennant races really start heating up at the end of September, I'll be rooting my Dodgers on as much as Sir Thomas Lasorda. Of course, football will be in full swing by then, too.

And I enjoy the Rocky Mountain Revue too, but how excited can you really get about Carl Elliott dishing to Wen Mukubu on the fast break? (By the way, those are Jazz players I just mentioned). I am looking forward to seeing Paul Millsap go up against Joakim Noah, and Ronnie Brewer and Kevin Durant going at it, but I'll really be thinking about football the entire time.

Let's face it, this is a slow time of year in the world of sports. But with the Utes, Cougars, Aggies and Wildcats just a few weeks away from two-a-days, and NFL training camps set to open even sooner, plus with all the high schools ready to sweat it out on the practice field, salvation is on the horizon.