Tuesday, January 29, 2008

C-c-c-c-c-c-not warm

[Doug, Dusty, me] vs [Bill, Mark, Pete] with Bob floating, as I recall.

If we'd played at 6am, it would've been -9C. According to EnvCan, 1:00pm started at -22C and windy, then got colder. I had 6 torso layers and was still a tad chilly when I stopped running (long-sleeved undershirt, 2 long-sleeved shirts, a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a jersey). Also, exposed hands weren't happy hands. Crap, I just now remembered my emergency sweater that I keep in the Jeep for just such an occasion - how annoying.

Still, the play wasn't as bad as a bunch of uber-bundled crackers on a windy field with drifting snow would have you believe. Pete dived and caught a tipped ball (by me), but I believe that his 2008 string of being involved on the last TD is no more. That is, unless his was the blown coverage. I don't know, it was too cold.

We tried to pee on snow effigies to those not there, but the temperature made it more like yellow ice crystals hitting concrete. Kind of like how that coloured stucco thing works.

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