Thank the gods, it's football season again!

I've never been a big fan of the boys of summer, if you want to know the truth.  I'm partial to the boys of autumn.

This may have deep roots in the childhood trauma of being forced to play baseball (out in left field—surprise!) all summer long, when I would rather have been riding my bike through the endless suburbs, or getting lost in the woods that bordered the little league diamonds, tromping through creeks hunting for crawdads with little (but then, not so little) Tommy Beckenbauer.

It may have been that I realized early on that people have unrealistic expectations of summer, anyway, and that Fall is the season for coming back to earth and getting back to business.  Football is the business end of sports. 

Or it may just be the boys. With a little help from the uniforms, of course. I mean, football is the only sport that has this: