It started ladies! That's right! Season of the Man has started. If you are unfamiliar, I have officially declared the first day of training camp for the NFL, to the last tick of the Super Bowl clock, as the season of the man.
We've planted those flowers. We've started the home projects. We've gone to all the stupid spring weddings of people we've hardly knew, but had to go.
Now it is time for our projects. We're not putting flowers as trim...hell no, we're putting a pond in, because they're cool. We're not going to a reception for Frieda, the frumpy lady who finally got married, from work...Hell No, we're going to the titty bar. Is it polo shirt and wine season? Hell no, it's t shirt and beer.
There is beer to be drunk, bikini's to be ogled, and golf to be played. Flip flops, not work boots, are to be worn. You want me to mow what? That's what neighborhood kids are for.
So men, rejoice. Bring out that Molly Hatchet T shirt, wear that jersey, put on those flip flops, and crack open that beer. It's your season buddy, live it up!
