If you have never seen the movie Teen Wolf, you should; it’s fantastic. For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, Teen Wolf is a mid-80’s masterpiece about a kid who turns into a werewolf and in turn, becomes more popular at school. It’s a piece of my childhood that I hold very close to my heart.

This time of year is, to me, parallel to the beginning of Teen Wolf. Michael J Fox starts to notice subtle, little things that point toward him becoming a werewolf. Among them, hair on his chest, red glowing eyes, and the ability to hear dog whistles.

Similarly, I have been noticing the tell tale signs that fall and ultimately, winter, are upon us. The birds heading south, the chilly ocean, and, possibly most alarming, the month on the calendar are all God’s little reminders that it’s time to break out the sweatshirts and the pair of jeans.

Fall is probably the most deceiving of all the four seasons. It’s still pretty nice outside, but you know deep down that it’s about to get cold and stay that way for a long, long time.

Think about the name of the season: fall. A fall is how people are hurt, sometimes even killed if it’s from a high enough distance. I have a buddy whose Grandma fell after she tripped over a curb and ended up breaking her hip. Not cool.

Not only do we have the cold to worry about, but we have the tropics. Holy crap, can you believe how many friggin’ hurricanes we’ve had this year? It seems that every other day, there’s a new storm out in the ocean, taking aim at our beloved East Coast.

The only redeeming factor that comes from the change of the seasons is the fact that there are so many awesome holidays right in a row. Think about it; you got Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years Eve in a four-month period.

Not only that, but my birthday is right after New Years, and although it’s not really recognized as a national holiday, it probably will be eventually, so we can count it.

Now don’t get me wrong, guys. I’m not proposing that we should run down to the basement and stay there until springtime. But you might want to milk the warm weather until there’s nothing left, because it’s about to be all gone.

Author’s Note – It takes a lot of creativity to pump these columns out week after week. I’m open to suggestions. Something irking you? Don’t sweat it – I’ll ridicule it for you. E-mail me at [email protected]. I realize this is an invitation to obscene and dirty emails, but send them anyway; maybe I’ll make fun of my hate mail in a future issue. Maybe I can even talk Andrew into starting a contest for who sends me the most original and/or obscene e-mail. So get to it, fellow Seahawks. Your fifteen minutes of fame await.