An eight-month period that has produced spying on the field and lying under oath off of it has arrived at what might be the only month of athletic purity. You don’t have to wait another day for buzzer beaters and weeping cheerleaders. It’s here for the next 30 days, and one might argue this is the best week of all, Championship Week as it’s now commonly called, the appetizer, that’s sometimes even tastier than the entrée.