It's about damn time, September

It was nearly two months ago I penned this missive about why I hate summer. But as I sit here now, we're less than 90 minutes from September. And it's about damn time. Because September is when, and pardon my language, shit starts to happen.

First and foremost: football. There is nothing better than Sundays during NFL season. And this year, for the first time, I'm a DirecTV customer, so that means one thing: Sunday Ticket, baby.

You see, living in the Pacific Northwest, all we get are Seahawks, Raiders and 49ers games. It's brutal. Honest to God, if I have to watch one more Raiders game, I'm going Sahel Kazemi on someone. I hate them so much they cause me to make ridiculously inappropriate comments like that one.

And with football comes fantasy football. And pick 'em pools. And eliminator pools. And a week's worth of trash talking when you do well at any and all of the above. It's glorious.

Meanwhile, baseball is in full on pennant race mode, with the added bonus that this year my fantasy team is in the playoff hunt. I win this week, and I'm basically in. If only the Mariners could make things interesting in real life. But then, I'm pretty much used to it at this point.

But even aside from sports, fall tv starts in September. I love tv, and I make no apologies for that. I can't wait for Dexter, How I Met Your Mother, The Office (even though it's perilously close to the proverbial jumping of the shark), Fringe and Gary Unmarried. OK, maybe not Gary Unmarried, but you get the point. I love having a full DVR. Judge me all you want, I don't care.

You know what else is happening in September? A new Pearl Jam album. Watch this video and tell me you're not excited:



So long, summer. And good riddance.

-Graham

(PS: October ain't looking so bad either, with a new Matt Good album on the way...)