As I boarded the bus around 4 p.m. on Sunday with the other members of the Harvard women’s soccer team, a single image was stuck in my mind: an improbable shot and the ball hitting net as the clock wound down in double overtime.

Rhode Island 3, Harvard 2. Final score.

The game was just one of many disappointing results for the Crimson this past weekend. Football dropped its first contest of the season to Holy Cross, men’s soccer lost 1-0 to Vermont after taking down UMass by the same margin, and Quinnipiac scored with less than ten minutes to play to secure a 4-3 win over the field hockey team.

Even mighty Auburn—to migrate away from the Ivy League for a minute—fell this weekend, as the defending national championship football team suffered its first loss in the last 18 games at Clemson.

And yet, as the end of September approaches, I can’t help but get excited.

It’ll still be at least a month or so until cool gives way to cold, forcing us all into hibernation mode and daring students to test the hypothesis that you can survive for at least a week in your respective House without physically stepping outside.

For now, a light sweater is all you need to brave the couple minute walk to class. And there’s something about the sting of cold air as it assails your nostrils that seems to signal the official end of summer and the beginning of something new.

September is a month of possibilities.

Although it may already feel like school is in full swing (calm down, it’s only week four), the arrival of October leaves fall sports teams here at Harvard with over a month still to play, including all—or most—of their respective Ivy League games. Each Ancient Eight soccer and football team begins this week with the same record: 0-0 in league play.

As much as it pains me to say it, this time of year reminds me of a storyline that unfolded during Super Bowl XLII (pardon the NFL reference; I’m more than a little preoccupied with fantasy football), as the Giants pulled off an upset over the undefeated Pats.

Before that game began, each team was asked to choose a word that defined them as a whole, and two quick, pre-recorded videos aired the results of this seemingly innocuous task.

First up, the Giants—who started the 2008 season with two losses and entered the Super Bowl on the tail of three playoff wins on the road—picked ‘resiliency.’

As I waited to see which word the Pats had come up with to counter it, I anticipated talk of a ‘dynasty,’ because, well, what word could better describe what was about to be the only team ever go 19-0 in an NFL season than the word TV announcers had been throwing around since week one? Records had already been broken; all that remained was to capture the ring.

Interestingly, what flashed across the screen instead was ‘teamwork.’ Important, sure, but is that the best you could come up with? A sports cliché? It seemed a little too similar to ‘resiliency,’ but without the bite, the tenacity, the edge.

My disappointment subsided momentarily as the game began. That is, until Resiliency began to metaphorically take down Teamwork, resulting in the most tragic pro sports loss I’ve ever watched in real time.