So long summah.
Great now the Red Sox can ruin my Ode to Autumn.
It's the season of mists and fallow fruitlessness.
The gourd is so not swelled.
Thing is though come January we'd give anything for baseball, even a meaningless loss to the meaningless Orioles.
I dunno, depends who's pitching.
Yeah, when you can't watch grass grow you can always watch icicles sublimate.