Summer is over, time for the best season

My friends call me fat, I own it. As a larger gentleman I absolutely hate summer, its basically a ticket to sit in side with the air conditioner on while i’m sitting in shorts and try to stay cool. The people who love summer must be skinny, don’t sweat and love being miserable. For the rest of us (the normal ones), that first crisp morning is the start to the best season out of all 4, FALL BABY!

No more t shirts that shows off the FUPA, no more of just baseball on tv, no more applying sun screen to your kids every hour so your wife doesn’t yell at you for the kids having a sun burn. It’s sweat shirt/flannel time, it’s football on your tv Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, it’s having a second job in gambling thinking you have the play of the week only to deposit more money to your draft kings account. Even the beers are better in the fall, it’s so much better that Pumpkin Head keeps coming out earlier and earlier every year, yet I won’t buy it until the 3rd week of September.

Lets all go outside take that deep breath and just appreciate fall is finally here (2 weeks away officially), and knowing that every Sunday from now until February I will be sitting on my couch in the basement, with two tv’s on watching a stupid amount of football. Cheers to fall.