Recently, the winter doldrums have driven scientists and regular people alike to try to pinpoint when, exactly, is the most depressing day of the year. Psychologists put it at the third Monday of January—that day when you're settling in for another week of the same ol', same ol' at work or in class, you've given up on your New Year's Resolutions, you're broke from Christmas, it's 30 degrees, and the sun goes down at, like, 2 in the afternoon. The Monday after the Super Bowl, however, is what your BBQ-wing-farting co-worker says—that day when you're in a fog from the booze and Sunday overeating, you can't bring yourself to do anything productive, and your coworker is farting said BBQ wings beside you for eight hours straight.

It's gotta be today, though, right? The first Sunday after NFL season ends? The weekend schedule you've conditioned yourself to follow for months now—11 a.m. on Saturday: College Gameday, 12 p.m. to 7 p.m.: football; 11 a.m. on Sunday: NFL Gameday, 1 p.m. to 11 p.m.: football—is suddenly thrown out the window, and you're forced to adapt with a day of Lakers-Heat, or maybe Syracuse-St. John's, or maybe, in a really, really unwise decision, an afternoon showing of "Hansel and Gretel." Twitter today has basically become a massive support group for guys who've found themselves being dragged to flea markets by long-suffering girlfriends. No one knows what to do anymore. The true Sundays are gone.

I know, I know. I can hear it now. We have March Madness and the Masters and the NBA/NHL playoffs to look forward to. But pretty soon? It's just baseball. It's just day after day after day of three-hour 2-1 Royals-Astros games. And that's enough to give you seasonal depression.

Anyway, with football out of our lives for a long time, I can't think of two better guys to sign it off than these two Savannah State bros. They snuck into the Superdome during the game last week sans tickets—and recorded the whole thing. Enjoy.

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