That's what she said!

Secondly, The Office is coming back! I know, I know, it's not as good as the UK version. At least that's what everyone says, as if it's a competition. Well guess what, I don't give a damn! And I think anyone who vehemently refuses to watch the American version because, as they say, the UK version was simply way better, only does so as a way to feel cool. Get over yourself. The American version is one of the funniest shows on TV along with Family Guy and South Park. Rainn Wilson as the assistant to the regional manager, Dwight K. Schrute, is genius. And the story arch of the entire show and all of its characters is genuinely a great one. Plus the UK version only ran for two seasons so we are well beyond their story arch which makes the 'I watch only the UK version' argument obsolete anyway. Plus, hello? Pam Beesley, need I say more?

It's not the heat, it's the humidity

Thirdly, it will no longer be insanely hot anymore! Welcome back to sleeping with the windows open! I don't understand anyone who enjoys sweating profusely every time they walk down the street to the corner market or spend a night in the local pub with fiends. Walking through the streets with a t-shirt and hoodie on as leaves crunch beneath your feet is infinitely more comfortable and enjoyable then sweating through your shirt on a blistering hot day.

I'm an engine driver

Which leads me to concerts. There is a huge fascination with summer time shows. Problem is, the reasons are all wrong. During the summer all the chuckleheads come out of the woodwork. Thousands of people head to shows just for an excuse to stand in a parking lot all day and get wasted. They aren't real fans and many get so wasted they don't even remember the show the following day. But once fall rolls around there is always a slew of great shows that take place in small clubs across the city. The fans are genuine, the intimacy is unmatched and the frequency of the FUBAR's is greatly diminished.

It was the best of times

And finally Fantasy Football is back! No I'm not going to bore you with who I have on my squad and what I need to pull out a victory this weekend over Joe's evil Belfast Brigade. But there is no other activity guys can partake in with their friends that lets them be as crude, as rude, as competitive and to an extent, as insane, as fantasy football. And if you are in a super sweet league like the one I run then there is even a Stanley Cup style trophy that gets engraved and passed around to each years winner as a symbol of dominance over all others in the league. There is but one slight hang up. Being the commissioner. Organizing the draft time and location can be a headache at times. On top of that you have to deal with a season long barrage of bonehead questions and idiotic trade attempts. The former of which shouldn't exist when you've given everyone an 8-page rule book! (I hope you are all reading this!) And the latter of which can truly be the downfall of any well intentioned fantasy league. Maneuver around those pitfalls though and fantasy football is a little slice of heaven on earth. What better way is there to spend your autumn then to pit yourself in a 4 month long battle of superiority against your friends and family.

So I'll happily settle in for autumn, the NFL is bruising, Michael Scott is being awkward, leaves are falling, small concerts are just getting warmed up, and I'm starting my run to fantasy football dominance. Bring it on Joe!