In order to make up for rain cancellations, Lola has four--count 'em, FOUR---games this week. Tuesday and Wednesday's games were played despite the single-digit temperatures up on the windy hill that is Sandy Plains Park. Tuesday night, I went to the game straight from the Y, still damp from sweating, and had to leave after about 20 minutes of suffering. Wednesday night, I went dry and prepared with Snuggli, but Mother Nature had stepped up her own game.
Notice, everyone is wearing parkas, standing with shoulders hunched to ears; no one is sitting on the iced metal bleachers.
Coach Biggy and his daughter, who is apparently immune to cold.
Perfectly good view of Lo batting. (Girl SMACKED the ball.)
Call from the field:
BIggy: Get out of the car, Tania.
TR: I tried, can't. Sorry.
Biggy: Worst. Mother. Ever.