Pointy Futbol is back!

Soon there will be pot roast for dinner while watching the 4th quarter

of the late afternoon game.  Chimney smoke, rotting apples in the

backyard, lazy yellowjackets, dry leaves, cold nights.

  Now is the autumn of my contentment.  Made glorious summer

by this team of New York. 

Soccer is cool, and I loved the World Cup this past summer.

But there's something inherently satisfying about the NFL.

I was in utero during the 1960 Championship game.

My parents were painting the living room, listening to the

Eagles play the Packers.  Chuck Bednarik, Tommy McDonald,

Tom Brookshier, Pete Retzlaff, Norm Van Brocklin.

 I think it all started there for me, though

I no longer follow the team from Philadelphia.