With apologies to Santa Claus and the classic Christmas crooner Andy Williams, but this is the most wonderful time of the year.

Football season is finally here!

Come on, everybody, sing along:

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Put the mower away and grab a cold beer.

Frosty’s back in Orlando, so Knight fans can cheer.

Will the ‘Canes win the ACC — is this finally the year?!

And Napier’s Gators are rolling, and they have no fear.

What? Gus Malzahn’s at FSU? — Oh my dear!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

I know, I know, the heat and humidity haven’t gone anywhere. The calendar says late August, but in Florida, that doesn’t mean fall. It means football. And in this state, that word means more than a game. It’s a promise, a ritual, an unfading faith — one that

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