For nearly four decades, every college football Saturday in America began with a smile. A real genuine smile. Not the forced grin we put on for a company Zoom call or the polite nod when the neighbor waves across the street. I’m talking about the kind of smile that slips out naturally, like sunshine through a kitchen window, and suddenly your whole day feels better.

That smile.

The smile that our Orlando neighbor Lee Corso always gave to us.

And Saturday, for the last time, we turned on the TV at 9 a.m. to see him do what only he could do: remind us that college football — and life — should be fun. Before the first whistle, before the pageantry and the passion gave way to the brutal business of blocking and blitzes, there was Corso. There he was at the end of ESPN’s College GameDay,

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