It’s easy to say that this marks the arrival of the best time of the year. It’s a bit crisper in the mornings and evenings. While the leaves have yet to turn, it’s only a matter of time before those first bits of glowing amber and red becomes visible on the tips of the trees. The boxes of sweaters and jackets kept in storage all summer long will soon be reopened, their contents – carefully placed back into closets.

And, on a Thursday in early September, I was able to juggle between the Red Sox and the Patriots.

Glorious, right?

It’s true. It is remarkable, I’ll give you that. But do not try to tell me that it’s the best time of year.

We still hvae several weeks until the best time of year arrives.

October.

Come Oct. 1, we’ll have the Red Sox, the Patriots and the Bruins.

That, my friends, is the true golden time. This here is simply something special.

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