By Jane Kupershteyn -- September 11th for most is a time for remembrance, fortitude, and mourning. I am not that different, for I too will mourn that day but for a different reason. It is the day before football season begins. It is also the day I will lose my boyfriend.
This however is no ominous prediction or eerie coincidence. This is a combination that is as sure as peanut butter and jelly, cowboy hats and tractors, Penn and Teller. Where there is one, there shall be the other. At the start of September the 12th, myself and many many like me will lose our boyfriends for four months and a week to countless man-hours (and by man-hours, I mean bro-hours) of full on dude-i-ness.
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