Temperatures were absolutely frigid this weekend. OK, probably not frigid compared to the rest of the country but it was cold. Or rather it was our first winter storm blowing through after a couple of balmy days in the upper 70s - low 80s. See, the weather around here really likes to fuck with you, staying warm well past when it should and then knocking you down with quick right hook. It dropped down to the low 50s this weekend, with icy rain and that kind of wind that drives everything sideways.
Low 50s, you say? Shut the hell up! That's hardly winter.
Oh except, EXCEPT! this weekend was also Chance's soccer tournament. Four games these little tykes had to play in frigid weather. I mean, really, who makes 4 & 5-year-olds play a tournament anyway, even if the weather is nice? They're toast after one game as it is. At one point before a game the rain came crashing down so cold I thought it was going to hail. If that had kept up there's no way I would have let Chance play. But it cleared up just enough that we carried on. These little guys with their shivering lips gamely falling in the fields-turned-mud-swamps. Because I suppose that's what good parents do. Or maybe crappy parents who let their small children play in the freezing cold. I'm not sure anymore. Obviously sports are confusing me. I think they're designed that way on purpose. I can't prove anything but I suspect all of sports culture in Amercia has been orchestrated by the beer industry to sell product. By joining a league I've probably contributed to teenagers getting drunkenly knocked-up beneath bleachers somewhere. SPORTS bleachers! Producing more offspring to continue the sports/beer culture!
It's really obvious now that I've thought about it. Building character my ass.
How many more years of this will I have to go through? - wg