It's that time of year again!

Every year, there comes a day that is unlike any of the two hundred and thirty or so days that have come before it.

I wake up, get dressed, go outside, and with the first breath taken in my brain automatically thinks one thing. Football.

I don’t know exactly what it is. It’s got to be some kind of endorphin. Something triggers my senses. It’s not exactly like how my left knee can tell me when it’s going to rain in four and a half hours. That’s more of an ache. This is a smell, a temperature, atmospheric pressure, I don’t know. But I do know that when it happens, it’s going to be a good day.

My...