Welcome to the season

The night before a big game is not a big party night for me. I just want time to pass … as quickly as possible. So, I worked at one job and filled out paperwork at the other, came home, took a shower and soon went to bed.

When daylight awakened me, “Thank God,” I said. So much to be thankful for in my life. And seasons of life can be measured by seasons of year, of sport. Things are good and getting better, and this is easily my favorite time of year: FOOTBALL SEASON.

After some cuddling of my girlfriend and feeding and petting of my pets, some housework and personal clean up, it was breakfast time: coffee, banana pancakes. Man, I feel great.

Then I hear the news: Joe Cox has the flu and may not play.

Imagine: You go undefeated in High School, wait four full seasons on the bench and the practice field, year five is almost underway with you at the reins, adrenaline surging through your veins, the intensity insane. You waited for this and it all seems so worth it, so worthwhile.

The game is a big game, on the road, against a ranked opponent, and … influenza hits. You don’t even make the team flight, instead pushing gallons of fluids and taking a private flight alone. Just you and your doubts and thoughts. This is big time. And your body is failing you.

Question one of this oh so very young season, before it even begins: Will Joe Cox be able to go and play effectively?