Autumn means many things.
Great color. Great weather. Great aromas. Great feel.
Autumn also means football, and that’s where I come in. For 42 years, my falls have been consumed by football. Football news during the week, football games on the weekend.
Football has never impeded my enjoyment of autumn, but it has impeded my mobility. Like tax season for an accountant, football season for a sportswriter sort of ties you down.
So I’ve never made it to the mecca of autumn. Never been to New England.
Until Tuesday night.
Trish the Dish and I landed in Manchester, New Hampshire, about 9:45 p.