Let's get something straight, I miss football. The minute the Super Bowl ends, I'm ready for the next season. The real losers of the College Football Playoff? The fans who have nothing to watch until September.

But, there is something special about a 60 degree day in February, that makes you really miss it.

There is nothing I would rather do than sit in a parking lot somewhere listening to country music played as loud as it can go, surrounded by my favorite people, all dressed up in my favorite colors. There is something about standing there, singing along, with a certain drink in your hand (if you are of age, obviously) getting ready to go scream your heart out at your football team.

And, just to clarify, the tailgating is not the only thing that I miss about football season. I miss waking up with my day planned out, knowing that there is going to be something exciting that day. The sound of a marching band on the field or the announcers with their play by play. 60,000 people, all with one thing and one goal in common.

There is something magical about the game of football. Nothing feels more like fall that standing in a stadium with a slight crisp to the air. Cool enough for a sweatshirt, but not too cold you have to figure out how to wear 20 layers and still look like a normal sized human.

Ah, football season, please come back to us. We promise to shout louder, stand longer, and sing to our songs to the very best of our ability, if you just come back.

But, do us a favor, and bring this weather with you, because I cannot go back to standard February weather.