The World

Well well well, what better way to open up my blogging career than with a record setting heat wave that hit New York. Man, let me tell you guys, when the sun decides to shine, it shines HARD.

This past week I was in Juniper park playing softball with my team, the Diablos. The manager planned to platoon me (Right Center Field) and the right fielder every two innings of both games in order to keep us fresh. Well, if only that was the case… Wouldn’t you believe the left fielder had decided that he was tired too, so guess who had to ride it out in the outfield? Yes, you’re truly, the horse of the softball league, Giant (aka Deadlights, aka Tree, aka Joe Brolic, aka The Hulk).
Now, i would never, ever, complain about staying out there, and I didn’t. I love to be out there on the field, legs loose and ready to fly to where the ball wants to land, charging grounders that get past and slinging the ball right back into the infield, holding the runners at their positions. However…
1. I had a SHITTY day in the field, allowing one grounder get under my glove, getting into a collision, and missing two fly balls that should have EASILY been caught.
and
2. My arms were glowing as if i had been injected with plutonium. I looked like Bill Bixby transforming into the Hulk in those old 70’s TV shows that they are now running on the Sci Fi channel, except red.
Talk about global warming, right guys? I tried to spit on the sidewalk, but it evaporated before it hit the ground. I was sweating like a fat guy in a suit. Hell, I was frying eggs on the hood of a car. Shoot, it was so hot…
That I just have to stop typing in these corny cliches before you guys decide I’m a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
During these four days of extreme heat that was broken today, the temperature would rise to the mid to high 90’s, although with the humidity, it felt around 104-107 degrees (farenheit, obviously). Best bet for coolness if you’re going outside? Leave the house naked carrying bags of ice.
PEACE