By W.R. Jones
I watched the Green Bay Packers, New York Giants football game yesterday. The temperature was -3. If they asked me to play outdoors in that weather I would tell the coach to kiss my patootie. If they want me to play in Arizona that will probably be alright as long as it is not raining and not too hot. Ah, screw it, I think I will just hang up my cleats.
Looking at those players in that cold made me scramble for my long underwear. I tried to guesstimate the number of idiots watching the game from the stands. One would think if they were such diehard football fans they would know by now you can watch the game MUCH better from the comfort of your home. Maybe it was a crowd of the local homeless population.
I watched the quarterback warming his nose with one of those bags you expose to air to activate a reaction that gives heat for about 10 hours. I took two of those bags on our walk yesterday.
When we started the walk it was 36 degrees. As we left the house I had the feeling that we had been transported to northern Montana but it looked just like our block.
My wife didn’t think the bags worked. She didn’t know you had to keep them covered. By the time she got hers warm it was 60 outside and not of much use. I love California.