I love September for so many reasons. Labor day weekend, and the diminished crowds afterwards in my beloved Sierra Nevadas. Late September brings the first day of deer hunting season. The Autumnal equinox brings warm-hot afternoons and rapidly cooling evenings and cold nights (well, here at 5,000 feet it does). Oktoberfest–say no more. It’s time for delicious Marzenbiers, hard apple ciders, and schnapps. And last but not least, the return of the Starbucks PSL (okay not really).

I’ve always loved September, starting when I was a kid. September meant back to school–yes, I was one of those weird kids that actually looked forward to going back to school to see my friends. And when I got to high school my football team was very busy with after school practice, Friday night games, and all the parties and beer drinking after the games.

When I was a student at Chico state September meant, for the first time in my life, I was going to experience all the beautiful fall foliage and changing colors of various trees. I’ll never forget the first time I walked out of my favorite little cafe on campus, right next to Chico creek, and say all the beautiful leaves on the trees on campus. I was frozen in wonderment.

For the last 15 years September means deer hunting with Scott and the rest of the Roseville railroaders. Opening weekend at Jimmy’s ranch is almost always miserably hot but I don’t care–I look forward to it every year and I can’t wait to see my friends.

September is also a reminder that dry-fly fishing season is almost over. After Labor day weekend all the vacationers go home and I’m left with glorious uncrowded rivers to fish. And September is a reminder that this hot weather is just about over–by early-October the 90 degree temperatures are gone.

And September is a gentle nudge that the best is yet to come.

Well, the Giants are in LA for a 3 game series. And the Giants are 3 games behind the Dodgers in the NL West. And it looks like it’s just the Giants and the Doyers in the NL West.

Please, oh please. Please Giants, please sweep the Doyers in LA.

Yes, I lived in Long Beach for 10 years. I wasn’t a baseball fan back then. I was too young to appreciate our national pastime. I did not yet know that baseball is math.

The older I get the more I love baseball. So here I am at 11:15pm on a school night and I’m watching the Giants vs Dodgers tied game in the 11th inning.

Look at all those empty seats. The Giants would never have so many empty seats at a home game. What, never? No, never.

Beat LA!

it’s the end of the month so i suppose i should post something

sigh

so uninspired

At a recent family gathering my uncle Kenny commented that I used to have so much to say on this blog. Not so much any more, eh?

My cousin Kym implored me to write more often. I’m finding that hard to do.

My life is work, watch baseball, relax on weekends. I’m not bored. I’m quite content, actually. There is no conflict or stresss in my life.

So that’s why I have nothing to say.