Sunday, October 02, 2011

You Can't Do Much about the Weather...

10/02/2011

One day last week I heard the weather guy refer the month as “Graytember.” I’m not certain of this but it seems as though at least two thirds of the September days were overcast and rainy.  Frankly, the weather in September sucked, but what do gonna do?

Yesterday, the dawn of a new month, September’s weather carried over.  It was gray and miserably wet all day long, with occasional periods of grayer and wetter.  Basically, the day was a complete and utter washout, just miserable.

This year The Nancy and purchased season tickets to West Virginia University’s football games this year.  Last week we decided to attend Saturday’s game.  Big, or perhaps “huge” is more like it, mistake.  We awoke to a very dark sky and a constant mist to go along with the 44 degree temperature, and our prayer the weather might clear prior to the 3:30 kickoff was totally ignored.  I think God may have had more important things to address, viewing ours as a minor inconvenience.

As game time approached and The Nancy and I realized we were hopelessly unprepared for the weather, we made a quick trip to Dick’s Sporting Goods and for a mere $200 equipped ourselves with waterproof (we thought) hooded-jackets and vinyl seats.  We had some plastic ponchos, too. 

We walked into the stadium with about 30,000 other stupid people, all of us looking more like Trojans than Mountaineers.  The people in the stands looked as though we were all ready for safe sex, but woefully unprepared for the weather.  It took about ten seconds to know we had not dressed properly.  I sat down and quickly realized my butt was wider than the pad I was sitting on.  I also found the poncho did not provide adequate protection for my legs and shoes.

As WVU pounded Bowling Green into submission (55 to 10), my clothing was soaking up about sixty pounds of water.  My ass was wet, my legs were wet, my shoes leaked and my socks were swelling with moisture.  I was shivering uncontrollably and was ready to bailout of the game…but could not.  The Nancy would not budge.

My wife is a football fanatic, a football nut job, a whacko!  But I love her, and to avoid bodily harm, I stuck it out.  Pneumonia is a small price to pay to keep your spouse happy.

And that is all I have to say about that…