There was a little chill in the air Friday night as my 11-year-old daughter and I came back from the local high school’s homecoming football game.
“I think fall is my favorite season,” she said. “It’s finally comfortable after being so hot for so long. It’s refreshing.”
I told her that I always preferred spring. I liked the urge to head outside when the thermometer hit 50 degrees just because we’d suffered through a few months of freezing temperatures. Nearly every day is a little warmer than the one before, until suddenly it’s summer.
“It’s so beautiful to see all the leaves changing colors,” she countered.
I’ve always liked seeing all the plants budding in the spring. Who needs leaves dying and falling to the ground when you can see life growing on every branch?
“I like how things start getting busy with all our activities,” she said.
We’ll have to agree to disagree on that. For one, there’s a weird overlap in the spring where yearlong activities overlap with summer ones, so we’re plenty busy then. While our girls may enjoy the car time with dad and mom running them to dance, volleyball, cheer, choir and piano lessons, well, they’re not driving.
“There’s nothing like sitting around a fire outside on a fall night,” she argued.
She had me there. I’d recently finished building a brick fire pit in our yard, but it’d been too hot to justify throwing a couple branches on a fire and making S’mores. We knew that back at home, her mom had been tending a fire and roasting marshmallows instead of watching the local team play. My wife even sent me a short video of the flames crackling, and it sure looked soothing.
“And what about football? They don’t play football in the spring,” she emphasized.
She had me there. She knows football is my favorite sport. And most fall weekends, we’re watching high school on Friday, college on Saturday and pros on Sunday (and probably Monday night, too).
For my money, it’s the ultimate team sport, where each of the 11 has to do his job for there to be any success. Any breakdown of that cohesiveness means you’ll lose, no matter how good any individual might be. If you doubt me, consider how many Super Bowls that Barry Sanders went to despite his incredible gifts.
This girl may be a lawyer some day. She successfully swung this jury of one that perhaps fall is better than spring. I’ll do my best to enjoy all the wonders of this autumn, just to make sure.