The leaves are changing, the football chill is in the air. The CFL’s "second half" is well underway, driving home the reality that the season never was and its never coming back.
We lost a summer of weekday treks down Bank St…towards cold beer, good friends, scalding parking lot, and the shelter the Nation built.
The anticipation growing with the incoming crowd, the summer clothed lovelies, and the greeting of familiar faces en route to DD or elsewhere.
Time measured not by the clock, but by the change from daylight to dusk to dark, by the rhythm of the game and the beverages consumed.
And we missed the Game. God we missed the Game. From the introductions to the anthem we could barely hear to the thrill of the kickoff. The drives aborted and successful, passes caught or not, hits missed and made.
And the reasons to celebrate. Interceptions, first downs made or prevented, getting to the point in a close game where every play became The Most Important Play of the Game…watching a sport with more reasons for the crowd to erupt than any other.
All lost.
Even the Hitches innumerable are missed.
It was a summer lacking in features…things to look forward to…reasons to enjoy.
And denied to us still as the second half begins with crisp air, chili that doesn’t suck, sausages grilled and chicken legs crocked…blankets, warm drinks and afternoon sunlight.
Elsewhere these exist.
Here, only in the world of "should be".
And with that, the realization as well that doubtless we’ll be losing all this again next year - anticipation for 2008 almost outweighed by realization that the black hole remains for another season.
I want my *frig* team back.
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