It is opening day for the NFL, which is rapidly becoming a benchmark like opening day of baseball is around these parts. Okay, okay, it is Sunday and it is not the opening day of the NFL because the first game was actually held back on Thursday, but let's not nitpick. Let's not argue about specifics. It is opening Sunday and that is just as good.
The coming of football signals the changing of the seasons. Before long there will be a little extra crispness in the air, the last few changes leaves will be in the air, and winter will be right around the corner. Football lends itself especially well to both the television and the radio, and it works well with them in concert; watching on the TV while hearing the description on the radio is a time honored tradition at least as far as I am concerned, even though there is that slight delay.
Then there is one my favorite parts of football, and that is critiquing the announcers. I love the hometown radio guys because I have grown up with them, but since each of the major TV networks gets in on a piece of the football television pie, over the course of the weekend plus Monday night you get to get a piece of everyone. Tonight I am being subjected to Bob Costas and the NBC crew, who I don't care for, but that's okay. That's all part of the deal.
So here we sit, at the beginning of football season and suddenly all is well, suddenly it is another of the American institutions, one of the newer of them, and I am giddy like a little schoolgirl. I am looking forward to the next twenty or Sundays when I can be a vegetable on the couch and just watch football, and call my dad and complain about it. How great is that. I have to go though, because the game is on.