Life Begins in the Fall

There’s a false fall sweeping across the Deep South this week, which for some means it’s nothing more than a reprieve from heat indices of 120 degrees Fahrenheit.

But not for people like you and I.

No, for us it’s more than a break. It’s a promise of things to come. Namely, fall—and football.

The great F. Scott Fitzgerald once observed that “life starts all over when it gets crisp in the fall.”

Does it ever.

For a brief moment, walking out into 60-degree temperatures in the morning stirs core memories of sitting in October bleachers on Saturday afternoons under deep-blue cloudless skies, or at tailgates with friends, or afternoons on the quad at the alma mater of your choosing. And it makes you energized knowing that another season is coming.

Fall in the South is truly something to behold. No, it doesn’t have the longevity or artistry of New England; but it does provide a calm and an optimism to its people. 

The golden hour seems to last a little longer, the breezes are just a smidge softer, and while the trees don’t quite have the pop of those up the eastern seaboard, their gold, orange, and rust colored leaves hold their own.

The oppressive humidity and heat are gone, finally, and we can celebrate and embrace the beauty of the land.

And so we do, in afternoons outside, and also over the one thing that truly brings us together like no other—football. College or pro, but mostly college. From all walks of life and all institutions, political affiliations, denominations, and tax brackets. 

And, once again, we’re gearing up to watch it alongside you. Your favorite Internet sports bar/podcast will be there, bringing you insight only we can provide—for better or worse.

So while it may be a false fall this week, don’t get sad about the temperatures increasing again. Be happy you’re getting a glimpse of a great time in the South.

Take heart friends; fall (and football) are almost here.