I wrapped my sandwich in a paper towel and took it along with me as I rushed around the corner to pick up S. so we could make it to the meetup spot in time for the game. The sky was rinsed with blue, the last of the bright yellow leaves falling on the parkway as the sun dropped already down below the tree tops. I started in on my granola bar and we remarked on the weather, This is just the perfect day for football. It was chilly in the shade but I didn’t bring a jacket–I figured once we made it to the gridiron and I put on the rush I’d get too hot. I was right.