Fall is officially upon us.
Texas takes on Tennessee at noon tomorrow.
Then Ole Miss and Florida kick off at 3:30.
But I hate football.
Like olives,
I try to like football.
Every year I watch one game
to see if it sticks.
It never does.
I watch the men collide.
I watch the flags fly.
I watch a grown man
get extremely excited
about a ball moving
approximately twelve feet.
Maybe this is the year
I will like olives.
Maybe this is the fall
when I finally understand
what everyone is talking about.