William Shakespeare

I'm tired. Should I go to bed early tonight or watch football?

To sleep, or to watch football, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fatigue, or to take arms against a sea of late-night games, and by opposing end them? To rest: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To watch: to sleep; to sleep perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of football, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of midnight snacks, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. Soft you now, the TV beckons; the game calls; it is the marrow of the hour. Be it sleep, or be it football, that is the choice. Let us embrace the uncertainty, and with a stout heart and a clear mind, make our decision. For in the end, whether we choose to rest or to play, it is our own choice, and no man can say what dreams may come."