Baseball is over. Camps are complete. The locker is stuffed and organized. C-man stepped in an angry ground yellow jacket's nest. (He got about a dozen or so stings, and he reacted much like I do, not like his Dad does, thankfully. At least he got that part of me?) And the second football scrimmage is tonight. I don't care what the calendar says, it's officially Fall. And time continues to march on.