Factor in the Wind Chill....

Factor in the Wind Chill…

We packed Clare off to school this morning so she could beat an expected snowstorm—and help out with the start of softball season.  On Wednesday, the team has practice at 5 AM.  It should be interesting to see if the volunteer coach trudges through the snow and cold for that one.

Among the many reasons I hate the West Coast and South is that their athletes grow up in perfect weather.  Let the sun-kissed gods and goddesses play and practice in these parts.  I guess there comes a time in life when all Chicagoans are Green Bay Packers, marching down the tundra against poor, shivering Dallas.  Starr in for the quarterback sneak….

This is why I’d love to see the hotshot Division I softball teams play in the conditions my daughter did—snow on the field, ice cold water in puddles down the right field line, a northeast wind straight off the lake; that should work wonders on everyone’s career stats.  I also make a habit of rooting for a player like infielder Mike Bordick, the pride of Hampden (Maine) High School and the University of Maine at Orno.  Bordick went on to play fourteen years in the majors.  I bet he knew how to play a hop off the spring snow and ice.