To scientists Fall is simply ushered in by the path of our celestial home as it races around the Sun, at 67,000 miles per hour, while tilted at a 23.5 degree angle.
To me the autumnal season is inaugurated by the return of football, glorious football.
Weber, God of the Tailgate, provides a mighty bounty for his faithful.
Bands play, crowds cheer, players compete, referees spontaneously lose both sight and cognitive function.
Hey, science has its place here too. The eggheads point out that, on the molecular level, football is the smashing together and pulling apart of carbon atoms with G forces greater than those found in a Space Shuttle launch or a fighter plane roll.
I fear attempting any further description of the spectacle that is football is pure folly. I leave it to Coach Lombardi to wrap us up.
"I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."
You said it Coach. Now, let's play some football.