Friday night I watched the first MSU football game while putting together the foosball table my eldest son received for his birthday. (Above is a picture of yours truly, Captain Cueball, and the son taking a break during a heated foosball battle). This continues a longstanding tradition of mine of watching the first weekend of the college football season whilst assembling a birthday present--since my son's birthday is on September 2. For the rest of my life, the beginning of football and my son's birthday will be inextricably linked.
That's not a bad thing, since this is my favorite time of the year. I love the end of summer and the beginning of fall. The overlap of football and baseball seasons is also wonderful, and especially this year with the promise of my team, the Detroit Tigers, making the postseason.
I can recall how much I hated the Labor Day weekend when I was a kid. For me, Labor Day only meant that the next day I'd have to go to school. I remember the butterflies in the pit of my stomach, full of anxiety over the impending school year. Of course, by the time I got to college, when Labor Day arrived I was practically dying to go back to school.
But thinking back to those grade school/high school days, and since America seems to have such a disdain for labor these days, perhaps we should simply change the name of the holiday to School Anxiety Day.
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