Imagine, if you will, you’ve been off the grid for the past 12 months.

Maybe you were in a coma, or in Biosphere 2 or a contestant on Big Brother.

Perhaps you left it all behind and lived in a cabin deep in the woods. Hunted your own food. Grew a Ben Roethlisberger beard. Befriended a volleyball named Wilson.

Whatever the case, you’re back now.

What a world you are finding.

I bet you are very confused — and alarmed.

Heck, you don’t even know the names Joe Exotic or Carole Baskin.

As a sports fan, you can at least count on that as a mainstay of life. Right?

Nothing can shut down sports, you figure.

Then you find out there are no sports — at least the major leagues you had come to love before you got stuck inside Jumanji for 12 months.

You discover this by switching on ESPN to see the Jacksonville ACL Cornhole Championships, followed by the Axe Throwing League World Championships.

You check out the schedule and find yourself curious about the National Stone Skipping Championships before you snap out of it.

There’s classic games to watch.

You tune in and cringe. You can’t believe people actually viewed sports without the score being on the screen at all times.

It’s disconcerting.

It’s also unsettling how poor the picture quality is. You’re accustomed to viewing sports in high definition in wide screen.

You wonder how anyone made it through the stone age of sports broadcasting without all those bells and whistles.

Barbarians.

Dismayed, you are at least comforted by a certain degree of stability in sport. Things you can always count on.

Like the Red Sox spending money.

Like the Patriots having Tom Brady under center.

Like Gronk retiring from football and pursuing a wrestling career.

Like the Packers doing everything they can to help Aaron Rodgers win another Super Bowl.

Oh ...

Brady in Tampa Bay? You rub your eyes to make sure you are seeing that right.

You wonder if a year in isolation has caused you to go mad.

After some time, you are reasonably sure you are sane, but wonder if Brady hasn’t lost a few marbles.

You sigh. So much has changed. Then you realize change is the one constant in life.

You will adapt. If not, there’s always the International Space Station.

Mike Kilroy is a staff writer for the Butler Eagle.