So, it’s Sunday. I got out of bed and went to my cable TV and began trolling for the “random NFL game being televised in Hong Kong” … and found nothing.

“Hmm,” I thought. “Maybe it’s because England is playing a World Cup qualifier. … Or maybe they chose the Boston-Tampa Bay ballgame, instead.”

Only about two hours later did it hit me … hey, it’s Sunday in Hong Kong.

I’ll get used to this. Eventually. But I haven’t, yet.

I notice this most on weekends. It’s Saturday, and I go looking for college football scores.

It’s Sunday, I’m checking for the NFL.

I’ve been in China (Beijing or Hong Kong) for nearly half of the last two months … and I’m still dealing with the time difference. Twelve hours ahead of New York, 15 ahead of California.

Just walking around, sure, I am pretty much aligned to China time. It gets dark, I get tired, I sleep.

But this day-behind sports thing continues to fluster me.

It’s just so ingrained. A lifetime of “this is Saturday, it’s college football” to overcome, and my instincts are ahead of my brain.

Anyway, the college football day is about done — by noon Sunday here. The NFL, same thing — by noon Monday.

I wonder if even four full months here will enable me to get this right. “Hey, it’s Sunday! College football!”

As things stand now, I will be back in the States by the time the Super Bowl rolls around. Which is good. Because Super Sunday is Super Monday over here.