When I got to 972 Watling - the Habitat House - this morning it was all of 41 degrees F. By mid-morning I had shed my sweatshirt; a few hours later my back was sweating and by clean-up time I had that 'day at the beach' weariness that hour upon hour in the sun can bring. It's early October, all right. Tomorrow promises to be the same when Drew Stanton, Crazy John L, and the Spartans roll into the Big House. It'll be clear and cold when the game wraps up under cover of darkness, which is a good feeling... Big Ten football, walking back up the hill to campus with your ears crackling from the cold, breath hanging heavy over the crowd, and red and yellow leaves shuffling underfoot. There's a picture of me as a youngster (barely a toddler, really) sitting in a pile of leaves wearing a jacket, hat, and gloves, holding a football and grinning. Yip. That's me.

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