Yep, it's that time again...there's a crispness in the air (or mugginess, on some days...this IS Michigan, after all), the smell of freshly-mowed grass (or the plastic-y smell of turf), cleats, pads, jerseys, mouthguards in a pile in the living room, the sounds of ESPN (the default channel on our tv).
It's football season.
I do love high school and college football. Pro, not as much. In high school and college there is such a spontaneity...anything can happen. The underdog sometimes surprises us. There is high emotion, and it's so real. The pulse of the drum line you can feel in your chest. The smell of grilled hot dogs. Okay, I think I need to stop.
How many days til Friday?