Uh-oh

 Not yet, you silly goose. I'll tell you when it's time, and "almost time" is not the same thing as "time."

But it's a wet chill first Sunday in October, and Cam Newton is in quarantine.

That means the New England Patriots are in quarantine -- not even Bill Belichick could glare the 'Rona into submission! -- and that means their scheduled game with Kansas City on Thursday was postponed, and that's the second NFL game this week that's been postponed. The germ-ridden Titans' game against the Steelers has been pushed to Week 7, and in D.C. the President and half his Republican buddies are sick because they thought it would be macho to stick their heads in the lion's mouth, and, well, you gotta wonder if this is the start of a new offensive from the bleepity-bleep Bastard Plague.

I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.

So, no, it's not yet time to fire up the Music of Foreboding, because if this is "Jaws" the shark hasn't eaten the Kintner boy yet. But it is perusing the menu.

I hope the NFL has a handle on this. I hope the new protocols it rolled out in the wake of the Titans' outbreak -- the Shield gets points for the swiftness of its response -- are effective. Because if they're not, the season is going to come apart like a wet tissue.

That's because the schedule is a stern taskmaster and there just isn't much wiggle room in it if more teams turn up infected and more games have to be postponed. The Super Bowl might not happen until March, in that case, and Nathan Peterman and Babe Laufenberg could be the starting quarterbacks. Or they could just say to hell with it and let some teams play 16 games and some play 15 and some play 14.

Although if the Super Bowl does wind up getting pushed to March, it would mean the NFL would achieve what some people said it should have done to begin with.

Spring football, anyone?