The Boys of Fall

When I feel that chill and that wet cut grass
I'm back in my helmet cleats and shoulder pads
Standin' in the huddle listenin' to the call
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall

They didn't let just anybody in that club
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those game day jerseys down the hall
King of the school man we're the boys of fall

Well it's turnin' to face the stars and stripesIt's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright, yes sir we want the ball
And it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
It's slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back
When your backs against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall
In little towns like mine it's all they got
Newspaper clippings fill the coffee shopsThe old men will always think they know it all
Young girls will dream of the boys of fall

Well it's turnin' to face the stars and stripes
It's fighting back them butterflies
It's call it in the air alright, yes sir we want the ballAnd it's knockin' heads and talkin' trash
It's slingin' mud and dirt and grass
It's I got your number, I got your back
When your backs against the wall
You mess with one man you got us all
The boys of fall

Fall and football just go hand in hand. From the moment Ryne and I began dating football slowly became a huge part of my life. I love going out to watch the boys on the field, listening to the crashing of helmets, and the cheers of fans when a touchdown is made! I love the crisp air as the season lingers into November, and drinking hot chocolate at the games to keep warm...there isn't a whole lot that can beat the nostalgic feeling of going to football games. This is Ryne's last season playing college football, so I am going to soak up every moment of every game...and cheer as loud as ever!