Despite the calendar noting we are in the first week of August, it doesn’t feel like the college football season is upon us, waiting to consume everything in its path for the next four months.
Whether it’s the last 16 months melting my brain’s sense of seasonal cycles or my brain leaning in hard to full-time autopilot, I find myself stumbling in to this football season, like I just found something that I forgot I lost.
“Ahhh, so that’s what I did with that. Those wild accusations of theft, which involve minor incidents of lunatic behavior, seem a little silly now.