It’s November in Louisiana and the weather is seasonally bipolar- just once I’d like to run through lasalle Park and have the foliage resemble a New England postcard. A true autumn. Seasonal depression should never be diagnosed in the region simply because there are no seasons. Just a roller coaster of fronts with no logical sequence or lines of demarcation. A cold front is entourage- which down here could translate to a balmy day in Boston. But when you regularly experience as many as all four of the seasons in a 24 hr period, anything “normal” is greatly anticipated.

When the NFL kicker gets kicked to the curb

The job security of an NFL field goal kicker is as shaky as that of the 98 year old greeter @Walmart. Never has there been a job description so dependent upon “your last kick-or several kicks.” Case in point, this past Sundays events have opened the doors at team headquarters for “job interviews/auditions” wholesale— and sent several kickers kicking the can down the lane all the way to the unemployment offices. I know. The kicker has ONE job to do- so many other positions  are forced to multitask- yet that job is 99% mental in most situations, and the tendency to listen to those interior voices can send a boot wide left or right, short or clang it off the upright like a jump shot with too much backspin. So next time you have the opportunity to cross paths with your pro teams kicker, please thank them for their steadfast services,get a quick autograph and let them get back to their mental preparations. Your teams success may very well rest on his foot.