It was only July, but yes, it was football season.
Sports pages, magazine covers, ESPN and other sports broadcasts were all focused on football. One of our advertising sales people said to me that he gets so pumped to see Clemson and USC football coverage dominating the sports section of the local daily paper.
While July is a little early, and still way too hot for me, I love football season. It conjures up for me cool weather, wearing sweatshirts, the smell of decomposing leaves and, yes, the “Fly, Eagles, Fly” fight song of my beloved Philadelphia Eagles.
Many of us love the changing of the sports seasons as much as we love the changing of the weather seasons. Fall means football, soup, sweatshirts and falling leaves. Winter means basketball, wrestling, skiing, snow shoveling and cozy snuggling by the fire place. Spring ushers in flowers and baseball. And summer means hot weather, swimming, reading on the back porch, sunbathing at the beach and more baseball!
Reviewing some pages in my journal from this past winter, I found a reminder I wrote from a confidant who told me we all have different seasons in our lives. While I was struggling through a personal issue that seemed to make me self-absorbed, of which I was very well aware and very uncomfortable with, she reminded me that it was simply a season of my life.
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