Brian C. Mahon ’04 | September 22, 2020
It’s Saturday, September 12, about six months into this pandemic-driven lockdown. I’m home, safe, where the pleasant weather and soft breeze carries the humming tones of homeowners tending yards and pressure washing concrete. The decline in humidity and mild sun take me back to college in Indiana, where I first encountered the hints of changing seasons, real changing seasons.
Because of the COVID-19 disruption, I had forgotten about the college football season. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say I gave up on it, rather than forgot. I thought it was abandoned after hearing that the Big Ten was foregoing the season. I didn’t question it, since the pandemic has gutted many other facets of the former “everyday life.” The week’s major priority was just getting the children started with elementary e-learning; sports was relegated to an afterthought for 2021.
But then my wife, ever more connected, said to me, “Are you going to watch the game?”
When she asked, I was planning my afternoon: mow the front lawn while laundry dried on the line, then on to the back yard.
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