On the second-to-last Sunday in September, RedZone showed me 26 teams and 66 touchdowns - long returns and screen passes, pick-sixes and goal-line pile ups. “Here is a thing that happened,” RedZone seems to cackle. Football, once so orderly, begins to feel unruly and avant-garde. It becomes hard to keep track of any single game in a way, the difference between them seems not to matter. This nonstop action is like getting to eat doughnuts for every meal and can make you feel similarly unwell. Or if, God forbid, there were no touchdowns for any meaningful amount of time during the 13 or so games broadcast on a typical Sunday afternoon, it would show the near touchdowns. RedZone, a Sunday sports channel dedicated to the live broadcast of every touchdown. unleashed a remedy for this problem: N.F.L. More than a decade ago, before everyone else realized modern media were headed in the direction of full-blown dopamine overload, the N.F.L. games run only slightly shorter than awards ceremonies, and sometimes you look outside at a nice autumn Sunday and wonder why you are inside watching four hours of tedium. For most of its long history, this was how the sport was watched. Supposing you don’t know what the word “matriculate” actually means, it makes the entire enterprise sound like a military exhibition you imagine Hannibal painstakingly matriculating his elephants through Spain and into the shadows of the Roman goal line.

“Just keep matriculating that ball down the field, boys!” So went the Hall of Fame coach and broadcaster Hank Stram’s famous malapropism, a directive which meant: In football, you advance on your opponents gradually, with grit and guile, forcing them to yield terrain until you attain the sweet fruit of a field goal or a touchdown.

Nonstop near me