It’s often considered “the most wonderful time of the year.” To many people, even more wonderful than the ACTUAL “most wonderful time of the year” (the birth of Our Lord and Savior).
It’s the changing of the seasons. And, no. I’m not talking about the weather-related changes from the warmth and sun of the summer to the coolness and colors of the fall.
No, I’m talking about the changing of the sports seasons from baseball to football. Or, as most people understand it in my state, from “not football season” to “football, y’all.”
It’s hard not to love football when you’ve spent your entire life living in the greatest conference of the NCAA and having your entire society revolve around one of the greatest team rivalries in college football. Some might even argue that this is, in f act, the greatest state FOR college football (at least, in the past decade or so).
(NOTE: I’m not saying that it IS the greatest state for it, I’m saying that many in this state might argue such. So, anyone from Texas, Buckeyes, Californians, Sooners, and whoever else disagrees need not send me hate mail or comments touting your state’s glories. I know there’s lots of great college states out there.)
Anyways, I have to admit that, yes, i DO in fact love football season. Maybe it is because of the changing temperatures and getting to break out my jeans again. Maybe it’s the beat of a drum line on a Friday night, echoing across high school campuses. Maybe it’s the tailgating, wearing your team’s colors, and uniting with fans of the same team, even if you don’t know each other. Read More