Please allow me to interject my feelings about Mother Nature

[MileHigh]

63 on Friday here. We're about to get slapped upside the head with two Arctic fronts this week. I hate winter. At least we are coming out of the doldrums of long stretches of darkness.

 

[Driftwood]

Left the house this morning and it was 75. Got home around 4:30 and it was 38.

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[Driftwood]

We had it pretty good today at about 70. It was awesome in the sun. When the clouds covered the sun or the wind picked up, it was just on the cool side, but in direct sun, it was as good as it's been since October.

 

[Twirling Time]

Next week will be mostly in the 50s with one weird day next Saturday where it'll spike to 71º. In other words, February.

 

[Inky_Wretch]

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Especially since I left the house in shorts. Luckily, I had a hoodie in the Jeep.

 

[2muchcoffeeman]

Left the house this morning and it was 75. Got home around 4:30 and it was 38.

The lesson here: Never leave the house in February.

 

[Batman]

I got to cover high school soccer playoff games in shorts on Friday and Saturday. It was glorious.
Saturday was about 75, sunny, with a decent breeze. For a minute I just closed my eyes and felt the warm sun and wind on my face, and thought, "Man, this is what freedom feels like."

 

[Driftwood]

My first year as a sports writer, I was covering a high school baseball game. At first pitch, it was wonderful. T-shirt and shorts. When the sun dropped, the temperature plummeted. All I had was a t-shirt and shorts. From that point on, for the next 18 years, during spring sports I kept ever clothes combination possible in my truck.

 

[Batman]

My first year as a sports writer, I was covering a high school baseball game. At first pitch, it was wonderful. T-shirt and shorts. When the sun dropped, the temperature plummeted. All I had was a t-shirt and shorts. From that point on, for the next 18 years, during spring sports I kept ever clothes combination possible in my truck.

Probably my most miserable experience as a football fan was the LSU-Notre Dame game in Baton Rouge in 1997. LSU got its ash whipped, by one of my top three most hated teams, which was bad enough. But the weather made it so much worse.
It was a 2:30 kickoff and when we left the house to go to the game around 1, it was 65 and sunny. I had on jeans and a light flannel shirt. Around the end of the first quarter, a sharp cold front moved through. No rain that I can recall, but it went from 65 to about 45, cloudy and windy within an hour. It was that nasty southern cold front wind that slices through you like a scythe. I wasn't dressed for it, so of course I was darn near frozen to death by the end of the game, on top of watching LSU get destroyed. That will always remain my benchmark for fan misery.

 

[BTExpress]

Probably my most miserable experience as a football fan was the LSU-Notre Dame game in Baton Rouge in 1997. LSU got its ash whipped, by one of my top three most hated teams, which was bad enough. But the weather made it so much worse.
It was a 2:30 kickoff and when we left the house to go to the game around 1, it was 65 and sunny. I had on jeans and a light flannel shirt. Around the end of the first quarter, a sharp cold front moved through. No rain that I can recall, but it went from 65 to about 45, cloudy and windy within an hour. It was that nasty southern cold front wind that slices through you like a scythe. I wasn't dressed for it, so of course I was darn near frozen to death by the end of the game, on top of watching LSU get destroyed. That will always remain my benchmark for fan misery.

Watching Mitch Williams cough up a 14-9 lead in the World Series in a chilly, late-October drizzle is my worst.

 

[maumann]

1992 Indy 500 here. Saturday afternoon was gorgeous, low 70s. Then a strong cold front blew through with heavy thunderstorms. Night Before The 500 at IRP was bad enough but Sunday morning race day was 52 degrees with a wind chill of 39. That's the race where nearly every restart had a Turn 1 crash because nobody could keep their tires warm.

Buddy bought a case of beer but it was so darn cold he lugged it all the way back to the Coke lot, then bitched all race about it. IMS sold out of coffee and hot chocolate well before Back Home Again in Indiana.

I've worn long underwear to the Daytona 500 but nothing compares to that year's Indy in late May.

 

[Twirling Time]

Sounds like an Indiana problem. Wind chills in the 30s on Memorial Day weekend are a distant memory in these parts.