Suffice it to say, these photos were shot during the time of the year that is not anywhere remotely close to the present time of the year, a time when Chuck can swim without the risk of frostbite or getting trapped underneath a glacier or dying from some other beach-related incident.

Unless he swims 50 feet out looking blindly for the ball I just threw down the beach in the opposite direction or swallows enough sand to need to have his stomach pumped.