Actual college football. It's happening. Looked at the schedule. Checked the TV listings. Yep. It's happening.
This season opening date was just a blurry concept - the indefinite open-ended answer to the impatient question posed from the offseason backseat of "Are we there yet?" And if you were my parents, the answer was not yet and we all had to be as quiet and still as wading birds when we drove through Houston on our way to Lousiana. Why? I'm not sure. Apparently, it's daunting to drive through a concrete swamp with my older brother and I trying to do Von Erich death claws on each other in the bench seat of a 3 ton Buick.