Do you hear that guys? That sweet familiar sound of drunken chanting, oversized instruments and even more oversized people hitting each other at break neck speeds. It's the sound of freedom, the sound of hope, the sound of true love.
It's the sound of football season and it's just around the corner.
I can taste the fatty food and the shitty beer. I can feel the roll of my wife's eyes as I force her to the bar at 9 am to drink bloody mary's; the fear of my two dogs as they hide under the table because dogs don't understand why I'm so mad at the TV; the anger from my neighbors because they are from California and feel no passion about anything, except maybe, Kardashian news.