And So It Begins

The clouds above us pepper the impossibly blue sky with splashes of cotton. Cars pour in from every corner of the land, their fans and their doors and roofs decorated in a sea of orange and maroon. As we walk closer, the breeze brings in the smell of freshly fallen leaves and grilled meat. Children throw and play back and forth, dodging between the folding chairs and tables piled high with food. A group laughs, holding their drinks high. A radio or two reaches our ears, some music commingled with commentators trying to predict what's soon going to happen. The sound of distant drums floats across the air - war drums waiting to be deployed onto the field. The sun casually hangs above us, not too high, not too low, and not too hot.

It's a perfect day for football.

And that's a good thing, because...

...it's Gameday.

Go Hokies!