Summer’s Gone Away

What you see here, My Faithful Readers, is pumpkin beer that I spotted in the grocery store last week.

Just the other day, I was at my favorite local watering hole—the Muddy Charles Pub—and they had Sam Adams Octoberfest on tap already.

Maybe I missed the memo, heck, maybe you did too…but apparently summer is over.

Forget the fact that I was just watching the Summer Olympics tonight or that it’s been hot enough recently to kill a dear friend of mine.

No, no…the purveyors of fine liquors have decided that summer has gone and it’s time to ring in the new season with pumpkin beers and other hearty autumnal beverages.

Admittedly, this is one of the lamest summers I’ve had in some time.

I’ve only played a grand-total of nine games of softball after playing three or four per week all of last summer. I’ve yet to fire up my grill—heck, I just took the winter tarp off of it on Monday—or take my bike out for a ride. I haven’t gotten a tan of any sort or, at the very least, my annual burn that—when it fades—bypasses tan and goes right back to albino whiteness.

Yeah, it’s been a pretty lame summer and now it’s over.

By golly…that happened fast.

Here’s hoping for a decidedly more active and entertaining fall.

I guess when it’s over, it’s over…play us out (Beach) Boys…