If you're like me, you're about to break out these bad boys:
And if it's above 50º, you're already rocking shorts at your grill:
Man, there is nothing like clicking the tongs for the first time in the spring.
The only thing that rivals it is firing up the mower, that sacred tool that allows man to exert his rightful dominion over the rebelliousness of nature.
Dads everywhere spend at least a month in late winter looking out the window, dreaming of ways to lay down some dope stripes that will be the envy of every other dad in the neighborhood.
But if cutting grass at 3 miles an hour somehow isn't exciting enough, this fine gentlemen has a way to spice it up:
