After a long hot and dry Summer, of which baseball is a meager consolation, football brings with it the promise of cooler days and festive nights. For me, summer is an all-too slow season and this summer has been even more so. With last week’s kickoff of the high school football season, and the upcoming launch of college and professional play, my zeal for the game has returned with white-hot intensity.
I adore the game of football. As far as I’m concerned it’s among the best of the cultural contributions our nation has to offer. Consequently, I am prone to using metaphors extracted from the context of the game into my regular existence. All of us do so, I think. Metaphor is just a shortcut to explanation.
No doubt my wife is rather accustomed to my asking her what the “game plan” is after church, or hearing me complain about being “blitzed” at work during the morning deadline hours.