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Please allow me to interject my feelings about Mother Nature

I remember freezing my ash off - chugging coffee and eating chicken tenders to stay warm - in Cleveland, Miss. in November covering football.
 
I supervised soccer a month ago. Cali people are supposed to be inside at night during the winter or at least sucking air through our teeth as we go from a building to our car and back. So sitting on a metal seat as temps drop all the way into the 40s, it was so cold. I couldn't get warm until I went to bed.

I'll now pause for the scoffs about 40s at night.
 
I supervised soccer a month ago. Cali people are supposed to be inside at night during the winter or at least sucking air through our teeth as we go from a building to our car and back. So sitting on a metal seat as temps drop all the way into the 40s, it was so cold. I couldn't get warm until I went to bed.

I'll now pause for the scoffs about 40s at night.

Nope, I was always cold growing up/living in Cali in the 40s, especially when there was fog in the air and there was no way to warm up because of the moisture. Here in the Rockies, it's bone dry and I was always colder in Cali than I am here when it's in the teens.

Not tonight. It's 5 right now and it sucks.
 
The 40s are a weird section of the thermometer. I've been outside when it's about 45 and it's not too bad at all. Then I've been outside when it's 45 and it feels like you'll freeze to death in five minutes. All about the wind and humidity. Not sure any other temperature range can feel so completely different based solely on those two things, though.
 
The 40s are a weird section of the thermometer. I've been outside when it's about 45 and it's not too bad at all. Then I've been outside when it's 45 and it feels like you'll freeze to death in five minutes. All about the wind and humidity. Not sure any other temperature range can feel so completely different based solely on those two things, though.

This. If it's a clear, dry, sunny day, 45 is perfectly fine. If there is moisture in the air, and it's overcast, it will sink right to your bones.

I have been fishing with guys in south Florida where I was wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and a sun shirt, and they were in pants and flannel shirts.
 
The 40s are a weird section of the thermometer. I've been outside when it's about 45 and it's not too bad at all. Then I've been outside when it's 45 and it feels like you'll freeze to death in five minutes. All about the wind and humidity. Not sure any other temperature range can feel so completely different based solely on those two things, though.

If the sun is shining, you do feel that warmth, even though you don't feel "warm." We had a spell in the high 30s-40s last month, and just going from a shady area to a sunny one on a morning dog walk made a difference.
 
Of course, the rain/snow line once again crept just to the north of Richmond, so we got stuck with a fork ton of sleet, freezing rain and ice. My neighborhood is about the only one around me that didn't lose power. Our office is out, so we can't get to our local drive on the VPN. Boss basically told us to do what we can with what we have and enjoy the day. Certainly, no one is playing (outdoor) golf around here for awhile anyway.
 
The 40s are a weird section of the thermometer. I've been outside when it's about 45 and it's not too bad at all. Then I've been outside when it's 45 and it feels like you'll freeze to death in five minutes. All about the wind and humidity. Not sure any other temperature range can feel so completely different based solely on those two things, though.

Same. I can be out in the morning with a t shirt and the temp be 45 but I about died in a big jacket and gloves wishing I had extra thick socks when it was 45 at night. I was in Bend over Thanksgiving and it was in the 20s and I was fine in a light sweater.
 
Whenever I covered night soccer games in the San Joaquin Valley, you could count on at least one group of fans who would hook up a heater to a large propane tank.
 
Whenever I covered night soccer games in the San Joaquin Valley, you could count on at least one group of fans who would hook up a heater to a large propane tank.

That's a regular sight here in Mississippi, where high school soccer is a winter sport. I did a fun story years ago on all the different ways fans use to keep warm. A lot of the veteran parents would gear up for the season like they were taking an overland trek to McMurdo Station. Propane heaters, sleeping bags, thick jackets, the works.
 
I remember covering the opening of high school softball season with two teams when the high temp was in the 30s.

Both teams made at least one error each inning. Pitchers couldn't find the plate. At one point between innings, the home plate umpire, who I knew well, came over to me and I half-jokingly asked if he could call more strikes as we were all freezing our ashes off. The ump responded that he was as trying, but he couldn't call strikes on pitches in the dirt or over the batter's head. All we could do was laugh.

When I interviewed one of the coaches afterward, he said it was only his team's second time outdoors that spring as there had been snow on the field that had just melted.

I tried to keep my sense of humor with the game story, mentioning that both teams showed excellent plate discipline by drawing a combined 37 walks, or whatever the number was.
 

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