The sky is not falling in Foxboro, those are just leaves

Stability is a fickle friend indeed. An illusion of control within this infinite storm of chaos and complexity. No sport more complex than American Football, No league more chaotic than the NFL. And at least in this millennia there's no constant quite like September in New England. Students from worlds over descend on Greater Boston annually around Labor Day kicking off another school year.      Summer has ended, football has begun. Trees are still green, sun dress season still in session, sunset still at a pleasant hour. 16 Games from now New England will be a motherfucker. 16 Games from now we win or go home in football games that resemble September football about as much as New Years eve resembles the first day of school. 16 Games from now we will be freezing cold drinking winter lager and getting ready for the NFLs second season. The hoody makes more sense in December anyway. But as old man winter will surely be here soon, ask yourself this. Will you still believe in Bill once Tom has gone.