When this posts, I expect to be a couple drinks into the opening tailgate of the season.
I will have left the house before the rest of my family even stirred and started driving straight into that new sunrise. The drive can be a pain, but that first one — before a game has been played. When the season is completely open to any possibility. That’s the favorite. I can imagine the best case scenarios — and the worst — without reservations.
That first drive in for the season. When the nostalgia hits hardest and happiest. Especially as I get closer to the city.