I walked outside a bit ago, and thought to myself, good lord what a miserable day. It’s already in the mid-80s here, already humid as only a St. Louis summer can be, and according to weather underground it’s going to get up to 93 degrees here in my little corner of the world. This is not what I signed up for, October.
Tomorrow, however, is supposed to be different. High of 74, low of 51. Cloudy. In other words, playoff weather is going to show up just in time for the playoffs.
My oldest friend in the world is named Travis.