(I like lists. Not to grocery shop with... I've found that if I'm going to forget something I can do it just as well without a list as with one.)
People do tend to denigrate polls as hype... but they serve a function. Between February third and August 7th, there are only 2 days of excitement for those of us not into baseball basketball or are trying hard to ignore world or financial affairs, and that is today and tomorrow, the NFL draft. Other than that... there's the polls. And an elliptical, which I should mention as a way of sort of exercising on it.
I am a Patriots fan. When the Pats play my two primary desires are that they win and nobody gets injured. Its *crushing* when... well. We (me) won't go into past losses... Jersey decorum its called. *Or that's what its called by me... wimpishness could be applied but let's stick with a no-cement-that-time jersey decorum.* My life is affected yes... slamming your forehead onto a bar at the conclusion of the one but most important loss of a season does affect your equilibrium for a while, but it does not affect your personal plans like should I vacation in the middle east next year.
Whereas political polls... You root for whom you think is best... The anxiety of a future with crumbling ice caps and confused migrating birds, can not be diminished even with a 6 pack. Even blurry eyed, the glass is near empty. The supreme optimist could detect tequila where others see desert.... But polls are once removed. They are numbers. Numbers in red alongside faces, that's true... but like a score card in the things-that-matter but you never-can-see.... polls are touchdowns in these tenuous times.
But frankly? Can't the NFL do something more before August this year? I'll start things off with Marvin Gaye and the Star Spangled Banner and forget the rosebush.