I woke up this morning to my daily weather report courtesy of Siri.
In the state of Minnesota, my current home, any weather pattern up the dial from freezing and free of precipitation qualifies as “spring time” weather. The sun is shining. The snow is melting. Life is returning to the frozen tundra of the northland.
It must be time for some spring football.
It’s remarkable to me how little I’ve actually missed football since we last saw our Huskies getting choked out by Penn State in front of a national audience at the Fiesta Bowl.